#*brokenbutterfly

[wordsaregolden22]

I thought you would

Change yourself for me.

Because who I was then

Was actually worth it.

But you didn’t see that.

Instead, I have changed

So much of myself over

The years that I don’t think

I’ll ever be able to just be me again.

You’re still completely you though,

The same you were as the first time

That I met you.

[wordsaregolden22]

Outside my window,

The world is quiet

And still for what

Seems like the first

Time ever.

I count the stars and

Befriend the moon.

We have conversations

About the better times

That are yet to come.

We're going to be okay.

[wordsaregolden22]

The extremely sad truth is:

Being alive is quiet, no matter

How loudly you live. You disappear

Into the noise of everything around you.

People will forget you exist just simply

Because they know that you are in fact

Still existing somewhere, so all must be well.

Death however, is deafening no matter

How quietly you slip away. Although it may

Be ironic, it is true. People notice you no

Longer existing even though they didn’t

Care that you were in the first place. That

Is when you suddenly become important;

When it’s too late.

[wordsaregolden22]

And maybe it's silly but

I still remember the day

In March years ago when

You brought over cinnamon

Whiskey and we kissed until

I was dizzy. We did shots at 10AM;

I had a buzz by the time

Family arrived but I didn't care and

They didn't seem to mind.

Life was good, we were happy.

When I remember the "good old days"

That's one memory that

I hope will always stay.

Once upon a time,

I swear we were so happy.

[wordsaregolden22]

I think about the

Past a lot and

Miss it too much

For someone who

Doesn’t want to

Go back there.

[wordsaregolden22]

We are not the same.

I hurt myself telling the truth

And owning up to everything I have done

While you save yourself by sharing

Lie after lie, doing nothing but buying

Yourself a little more time.

It must be tiring, always having something

That you need to hide.

[wordsaregolden22]

My dear,

No matter how

Beautiful you make

Your hiding place,

Everyone can still

Tell that you are, in fact,

Hiding. Come out into

The light

With everyone else.

The sun feels good.

[wordsaregolden22]

I know that I'm

Older than I was

When your first took

Me home and I'm

Slightly more worn.

I have had to stitch

Myself back together

Quite a few times over

The years and

Have used different

Patterns and materials

That I've found along

The way to hold myself

Together. I may now

Look strange to the

Eyes of the world, but

That's okay, as long as

You still reach for me to

Keep you warm on a

Freezing cold day.