TW: may contain triggers

Nights spent carefully watching as his smile turned to ice

Nights waiting for the call that I knew would not come

A butterfly that grew bright, was fated to fall and die

Leaving behind a world full of flowers and love

From their perspective

Nights that echoed from my thoughts racing from his words

Nights that screamed in my ear, the night sky wrinkling in my palms

Nights that I stayed unaware, foggy memories of terror and hurt

Staying at the window, watching for lights, fighting to stay calm

What have I done when his smile had grown too small?

What have I done, when he had filled up his skin and his walls

With drawings I couldn’t stop?

Blood is Ill-fated when staining the hands of a civilian

Easily turning a human into a monster that twists behind the mirror

A world full of people but still I thought you were one in a million

Biting back, I thought in a way that didn’t make it any clearer

But yet

The blood drips

My fingers become frozen ice that doesn’t feel, a world that seems so unsafe

I dont wait for your breath that has become empty

I had thought it was you all along, but the story is told in many faces

The ink that ran from our eyes were different colors, and I saw mine as black

But I know now it is red like the blood in your veins

Spilling out onto the carpet, spilling out of your head

It’s hard not to feel insane

And that smile, I realized, was just carved into your cheeks

The other side of the water, was not just my reflection

It was a strange thing to be seen…