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Dear my best friend,
Dear, i'm at my wits end
drear is setting in
i'm captivated and disgusted by you

to those memories of memories of love
i barely remember what i remembered about you
to what we used to be, turning into what we could have been
i visualize visualizing you

you're the butterfly, and i'm the flower you so delicately picked
you're dangerous, and you're power convinced
me
to see
to be
to realize
i'm just me

have you realized
that you had caught me by surprise
and i
i'm not the same anymore
you took your hand
you showed me the world then,
butterfly,
you took me up high
there was so much for you to show

then you let go

Author's Note

this isn't finished, i'm just between classes and writing some stuff down, what do you think?