Letting The Butterflies Out

I’m not her damn rock

I’m just her fucking anchor

Hard to remember 

What we used to have

Doesn’t matter anymore

She’s different now

“If you let me, I would love to have you back and embrace the new you. 

You’ll always be my home. 

And if not, thank you. 

If we lose touch I’ll find you again, 

if not in this life, then in the next. 

Thank you for everything.”

The truth does matter

I might as well take this blade 

Silver and ornate

Bunched up like bouquets

Letting the butterflies out

I guess I’ll be fine

© Niklen 11/2/21