baddaytobealive

Butterfly Strings

Your words have always been so strong and effective.

You said things that made those 2,371 miles feel like 1 millimeter.

And when you said those things I felt like I wasn’t just talking to you, but I was touching you.

I could almost swear sometimes that I could feel your fingertips on my skin.

That I could hear your heartbeat.

That I could see your eyes and smell your hair and taste your lips.

I felt you.

Somehow through all the distance, you found your way to my heart like you never had to look at a map once.

You made it there so quickly and never left since then.

But I on the other hand, only got to touch your heart for a split second.

Unfortunately, my visit there was cut short.

I never got to help you the way you helped me.

I never got to touch you the way you touched me.

I never truly got a hold of the strings that could make the butterflies in your stomach dance.

I guess my hands just... slipped.

I’m so broken.

I can’t even begin to tell you how much it hurts.

You’re my whole world.

What am I supposed to do when my whole world is gone?

I’m slowly but surely slipping away.