My body is not my own.
Or that’s how I often feel.
I won’t transform into a butterfly.
Something so vivid and beautiful.
Untouched.
Wild flowers handpicked with love.
My garden overgrown.
Stuck in the space between past and reality.
Undone.
Two damaged hearts finding each other.
Transformation.
One beat.
One breath.
An inward battle constantly fought.
There’s always gotta be a loser.
Incomplete.
My thoughts run on for someone else to mock.
Do you even hear me?
Can you even see me?
We once thought we would conquer the world.
We couldn’t even conquer the turmoil within.
Can’t numb this fucking feeling.
No amount of regret will help.
Unreliable.
Everything you’ve ever known about me.
Is a lie.
Unleashed.
The damage is done.
