still foolishly clinging on to empty words
sweet nothings
honeyed cyanide pills
a neverending bitter aftertaste
from a once flavourful candy
an intricate web of deceit
spun by a beautiful butterfly


blaming oneself.
"my Fault".
"i'm to blame".
does it help?
No.
its just phrases.
that form sentences.
nothing more.
she's now happy with her life.
"finally its over!!"
"experiment successful!"
whole heartedly spinning a web of love for a person.
the past?
wave of her hand and a chuckle
"hah, i'll get over it".
kudos to you.