You stole my thoughts and turned them into words.
My pain was so real, your voice went unheard.
You needed so much more than I could ever be.
My damaged heart longed to remain free.
You held me too tightly and like sand in your fist I gently blew away.
My cocoon was stopping my growth, my metamorphosis was incomplete.
You were a beautiful pollenating flower withering in Spring's infinite heat.
My wings expanded and a butterfly emerged; confident, inquisitive, ready for the world to see.
"Farewell," I shouted.
And your reply was, "Looks like our love was not meant to be."
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