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[love-is-overrated-and-addicting]

I search for sadness in my heart

to spill clever words onto paper

to paint a masterpiece of sorrow.

For the first time in a long while

I reach blindly for sadness

only to find none.

[love-is-overrated-and-addicting]

With my sadness, I feel as if I connected with a piece of me, a piece of my poetry, that I could never have found before. Now, as I start to feel better, to believe in better, I feel as if I'm losing pieces of me, pieces of my poetry, to happiness.

Is that so awful? // Things I wish I was brave enough to say #45

[love-is-overrated-and-addicting]

Burying Butterflies – A Buried Butterfly

When I met you

the world erupted into swarms of butterflies

in a way that could only be described as awe worthy.

Streaks of color

and butterflies ranging in size from pebbles to flowers

nestled in my hair and lifted us off the ground

like a west-bound wind.

The butterflies were like a constant third-wheel

to this bike of love

until everything

went

down

hill.

This bike ride

became steeper and steeper

until we lost control

our tire skidding out from beneath us 

and we tumbled to a stop

like tangled tumbleweeds.

On the ground

bloodied and scraped

it was only then that the butterflies left us

dropping from the skies like rainbow droplets

and it was only then

that we were forced to bury

thousands of small winged bodies.

[love-is-overrated-and-addicting]

I remember you

holding hands with another,

but she wasn’t yours.

.

I heard you’re “just friends.”

Yeah, “just friends” can kiss my ass.

You don’t hold friends’ hands.

.

Against my judgement

I felt a pulsating pain

choking my lone heart.

.

Just for you, I tried

to smother my growing hate

the surging envy.

.

I was forced to watch

as you laughed and smiled with her

two perfect lovers.