liars walk a quiet path around insecurity. cover the gun barrel behind a story, fictional and conceiling. you taught me not to believe in fairy tales. love has to end sometime, one way or another. lies ate the butterflies. the world stopped spinning. the sun stopped rising. my heart poured empty. my eyes were clouds poked open. rain for the desert where our love ran dry. rain upon the sun scorched wound you opened inside me. i'm locked away where the butterflies can never find me. you should know to never face your victims. they have nothing left to lose. they already died for you. you say you're sorry now, but there's a hole your name left in chest, and gashes in my throat from thorned "I Love You's". regret never forgets.