the last time we saw each other
I was a mess
and you never got to see the person I was after that
you just gave up
that I was a cocoon and that the butterfly had perished inside
and might never come out.
but those wings are bright orange and purple
and I don’t really miss you at all.
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
the last time we saw each other
I was a mess
and you never got to see the person I was after that
you just gave up
that I was a cocoon and that the butterfly had perished inside
and might never come out.
but those wings are bright orange and purple
and I don’t really miss you at all.
Dec 13th, 2015
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