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I opened up to you like a butterfly in the spring but you rained on me and broke my wings.

Courtney Hill

The real damage isn’t something you can touch, its not something you can see. The real damage is in the way I walk its in the way I speak.
COURTNEY HILL

Damage Myself Reality See Touch Way
I got what I wanted then I threw it away why do I mess up the only things that want to stay.
COURTNEY HILL

End Mess Myself Stay
Come hold me like this earth holds the sky.
COURTNEY HILL

Earth Hold Myself Relationship Sky
I try my best to mean what I say. But it seems to be that my words are too big for my voice to speak.
COURTNEY HILL

Best Myself Talk Try Voice Word
I haven’t cried in a while it feels like my tears have dried. But I miss you more than my eyes could ever cry.
COURTNEY HILL

Cry Dry Eyes Missing Myself Tears
Shades of black intertwined in my being I try to see in color but darkness is all I’m seeing.
COURTNEY HILL

Black Color Myself See Shade
I am not lost I am simply wandering finding my own path creating my own future.
COURTNEY HILL

Creation Future Lost Myself Path Simplicity
Never again will I hand deliver my heart to a man holding flowers when the thorns cut me deeper than the flowers ever made me happy.
COURTNEY HILL

Flower Hands Happiness Heart Myself
I told myself – You’ve got this, Even though I don’t have it at all.
COURTNEY HILL

Hard Time Myself Self Love Thinking
I opened up to you like a butterfly in the spring but you rained on me and broke my wings.
COURTNEY HILL

Break Myself Open Rain Wings
And when I went to step back I tripped over my heart. It’s a shame he had to see me fall.
COURTNEY HILL

Fall Heart Myself Shame
you treat me like I’m expendable why is it so easy to let me go?
COURTNEY HILL

Easy Expand Let Go Myself Treat
I still remember the first time I saw you, your aura radiated nostalgia of a time where I wanted something so much more than I wanted air.
COURTNEY HILL

Myself Nostalgia Radiation Remember Time
I feel everything to the bottom of its depth maybe its a gift, its probably a curse.
COURTNEY HILL

Curse Deep Feeling Gift Myself
Late at night I’m awake thinking. I’m afraid of what I’d do to be able to taste you again.
COURTNEY HILL

Awake Night Taste Thinking Yourself
Letting go is not only okay it’s best.
COURTNEY HILL

Best Let Go

I opened up to you like a butterfly in the spring but you rained on me and broke my wings.

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