2d
No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to part with the butterflies on my wall.
They're hand-folded paper creations stuck up there with hot glue.
I just can't bring myself to get rid of them.
Why can't I?
I can’t sleep anymore because your butterflies keep me awake at night.
Seeing those butterflies on my wall remind me that I hurt you.
I. HURT. YOU.
But I can't seem to throw the **** things away because you made them especially for me…
They're hand-folded paper creations stuck up there with hot glue.
I just can't bring myself to get rid of them.
Why can't I?
I can’t sleep anymore because your butterflies keep me awake at night.
Seeing those butterflies on my wall remind me that I hurt you.
I. HURT. YOU.
But I can't seem to throw the **** things away because you made them especially for me…
If you read this, they remain on this wall; these things mean more to me now than when you gave them to me.
But I guess that's how it goes when things end..
But I guess that's how it goes when things end..
