Butterflies - by Doubra✍🏾

Beautiful Butterflies 🦋 You entered my life like NEPA after a blackout— sudden, blinding, a flicker of impossible light. It was already dark then, I was stressed, drained, a body running on silence and exhaustion.<img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/1000138409.jpg" style="background-color: transparent;"/>How delightful it is,to sit and watch as the sun goes down You gave me butterflies. I felt them in my tummy 🙃 Did I 🤭? We talked for hours. You taught me what love could feel like— letters soaked in care, hands unafraid in public, your laughter a pulse I wanted to memorize. ( 📸 Flashback) I believed it.I leaned in.My chest, a drum,my heart a candle flickering in windless rooms. Then, the floor dropped beneath me. Rooftop. One word, a shove, and suddenly the air tasted like metal.<img src="/media/inline_insight_image/1000163093.jpg"/> Blood in my mouth, skin shredding on concrete, heartbeats hammering against ribs like a panic drum. Eye shut in relief, I thought I died. Maybe that was the last time I was closing my eyes,it felt so good 🫩 I survived. You did not. (SUICIDE) No warning. No apology. Only absence, leaving me stitched into pieces that refused to go. Ambulances screamed, therapists whispered through a fog of drugs, my teeth rotted in the bitterness of nights I couldn’t sleep. I became a living echo of pain. Butterflies. Butterflies. I wish I felt them now. Pain,(REPLAY)I scream sometimes, hands gripping the last pieces of myself, blood still hot in memory, pulse a jagged knife in my chest. I called your phone once— too bad phones are not allowed in the grave.(attached)silence answered. No voice. No warmth. No remorse. Just the hollow cavity of loss. If I could, I want to see your eyesonce more. For you too see the dagger you left in my heart So Don't make a felony of love. Don't play the victim. Don't say you love me. After Leaving me on the ground to die. No closure (Are you even dead?) Or Is it hallucinations ( the drugs speaking) No warning. No apology. Only absence, leaving me stitched into pieces that refused to forget. Ambulances screamed. therapists whispered through a fog of drugs, my teeth rotted in the bitterness of nights I couldn’t sleep. I became a living echo of pain. Butterflies. Butterflies. I wish I felt them now. Scream. Replay. Pain. Hospital smell. silence answered. (Pain) Pain killers don't work on me I guess I'm immune Butterflies.I wish I felt them 🤕 Gravity.(tummy tight) Heartbeat. The taste of blood. Nothing on my mind. My eyes shutting in relief. Pain. Stitches. Trauma. I cannot forget that day. (MEMORIES)

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