turned into forced conversations;
our photographs now only remind me
of what we used to have,
what we used to be.
It seems that
the harder I tried to keep you close
the further you went away;
the more I loved you
the harder it was for you to stay.
I held your hand,
you held my heart;
how could you be so cruel?
You told me that butterflies have left
and I guess I always knew
because all this time
I was watching you leave with them.
-renaisenancess
xx,
your lost universe.
Because sometimes, just sometimes,
loving someone means letting them go.
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