You've always seemed elusive,
but I know its always been me who had ran.
You're more so private
and I don't like it cause
I'm always just begging for a glance.
I have often sat and wondered why you never visited my dreams and remained a living one,
but you showed face last night and I swear we were actually there.

You took my hand and led me to my kitchen where you kissed me and still
managed to leave with her in tow.
It felt like that phone call again where you called and told me you loved me and that there could never be another me but you still choose her and
I haven't acted accordingly.

I dont pray on a downfall.
I want you to know that to be true.
I also know youd never leave unprovoked
cause thats just not what you do.
You're the ride or die. Kiss at every red light.
Soft glow. The peace of the night.

This bright blue butterfly flew into the room, landed on me just long enough for me
to admire it, and then it pierced me
through my ribs and into my heart.
I screamed in pain, gripped its body and
pulled as hard as I could.
A foot of string tore from inside my body, bringing out sludge that coated my hands
and weakened my grip.
In the fight of it all, I saw the look on your face
and it looked pained.
Through the agony I pulled every foot of thread from my body, placed this beautiful pain outside the door and watched it fly away.  
Then you came through the door and drove away without a goodbye..
Could you tell me if you didn't because it wasn't?