I have dreams of us meeting, if you’ll love me for what I am, or hate me for my true self.
Will you still think and say the things you meant in those dreams?
I want to be everything for you, the best, perfect.
But I am not perfect nor the best; I am just a butterfly trying to escape from here.
To fly higher, and more sorrowfully, so I can reach the top and see everything from above, even your covered heart.
Collect the pieces and then finally put them together.
Maybe one day you’ll see, and understand, why I’m like this.
A tiny creature who just runs away from everything, and hides when scarred.
The words ‘I miss you’ are crawling in my head like roaches, the aching pain in my chest because of the sadness without you here by my side.
I love you, the words I’ve been longing to say after so long. Even if actions can’t be shown, I can still tell you, right?
I may be blunt, and quiet like a shadow, but I hope that somehow my words can reach you somehow.
I’m still upset.
And I feel really sick right now.
And I feel like doing that.
I’m scarred and alone.