I mean a lot to people, but I don't mean a lot to me....

Remembering...
The way we were
A group of beautiful minds

~Butterfly εїз ©

some days,
i let myself
love you a
little too
much

I once found a bird when I was younger

the bird was small and weak and abandoned by its other birds

I took it home, I did all I could

soon the bird died

why, bird, why

why die?

you could have lived
you could have flied

I told my mother

my bird is dead

it will never fly


mother still wonders why I have never touched living things again.

You were a whispered word
I wished I'd never heard.

you can't control
your outside


peel back a layer
and there you will find
who you are

Sometimes, I really miss you
And missing you makes me feel like ****
Because you don't deserve to be missed
You guilt tripped me for so long
Over something I did
Over the same thing you were doing
But on a much larger scale
I can't deny that I developed strong feelings for you
Even though everything turned out to be a lie
But somewhere on the inside
Those feelings haven't managed to die
They're just buried very deep
They weigh me down and make me weak
I wish you would get over yourself
So we can come to terms with reality
And get to know each other again
We had a tragic love
And we both know deep down
That nothing can ever compare
I don't want to reach out
I have before and it filled me with more doubt
Even though it was just a sham
A scam to the purest of sorts
I wish I could go back
And relive it once more
Because I miss the feelings of passion and bliss
The feelings we shared for each other
I want your poison infiltrating my veins once more