No More

Its not even butterflies anymore

Its a heavy emptiness weighing down my insides .

Pushing my breaths deeper

Slowing down the rhythm of my heart .

Its taken a lifetime to produce this pile of nothing

It might take another to get rid of.

Invisible concealment .

I don't even kno how it started .

Mixing up my beginnings with my middles .

This wall is getting smarter.

Convinced me of its departure, as it destroys whats left of my sane heart.

Its not even butterflies anymore .

Straight fear .

A thousand and one tears .

Strong enough to pierce through tampered skin.

This wall has a selective revolving door .

Letting me out when it wants.

Allowing me to think I have broken it to pieces .

Its not even butterflies anymore .

Its the pieces of forgotten me.

The pieces I lost when yu let me fall .

Its not even butterflies anymore .

Its just a bag of me , weighing me down .