Butterflies
Date: Sep 20th, 2007 6:48:17 pm - Subscribe
Mood: distant
Music: Goodbye my Almost Lover- A Fine Frenzy

You crush butterfly wings slowly beneath your fingertips the same way you did my heart.

Speckles of light blue and white powder fall from your tainted hands onto the dull surface below our feet, sparkling for but a moment before a ghastly wind that caused a shiver to involuntarily crawl up my spine took them away to a place we couldn't even dream of reaching.

You smile that simple grin that tells me that everything is going to be alright, even though my stomach burns in its very acids and knows that you are wrong.

Still, I nod, my mouth unable to form the words I have practiced over and over again but have yet to say to anyone other than the darkness engulfing my bedside.

"I- I-"

More powder falls as another pair of wings meet their untimely death in your grip. This time, I watch their plummet into an unknown future, wishing that I could catch the wind just as they did, and float away without worrying which way I was going.

My words lose themselves beneath the shrieking of the wind.

"I- I-"

You shrug this one off. It's nothing to you now; this killing of freedom. But that's because you don't know the truth- the severity of what you are doing to me.


But even if you did know, would you continue to crush my wings?


"I-I-"


And so we say goodbye.


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loneca - February 14th, 2008
Depressing . . . But utterly beautiful.

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