Broken winged butterfly
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I am sorry that I put your business out there like that without even consulting you first. and I mean prior to because, even so that wouldn't have changed the outcome.. like still woulda told it to whoever was listening. Yet at the same time, I really didn't mean to.. had no intentions to do such a thing. But some other worldly entity dove into me forcefully revealing the truth about the matter. I think simply because it deserved to finally come to light. I was instructed to lift a weight from you, and I believed exposure left a mark that won't go away.. No more hiding. No longer a secret. Done making excuses and finding reasons, to make it seem ok.. Because as long as I breathe life onto this miserable earth, I'll never be quiet about violence against women, or children, shit even animals too. My Creator gave me a voice, and My higher power gave me direction.. I find the courage through the Holy Spirit, and well from you. It already wasn't right to begin with, but keeping it hushed and buried and telling a different version. isà just something I cannot knowing live with. So again, I truly apologize that the real script got out, came right outta my mouth. But how the hell did I know..? like really.. how did I really even know..? I didn't need to be told to figure it out. I just knew cause I felt it, and I could tell from the photo.. In your ploy to 'set the scene' but even that screamed out to me.. "Somebody.. Please notice.. just figure it out. Please anybody say ask me something. help" But no one did and that broke you.. How could not one person realize. That's when you decided to give up and let it jus go.. Jus repeat to self, "it is what it is" until you believe that shit. Cause I mean... really what are you gonna do..? Go, leave, uproot, give up everything you worked so hard on and throw away what you built.. nevermind that it doesn't feel right, and never really did. Even with missing pieces it's still a puzzle after all. which means it can be solved. Turns out, it's not that kinda puzzle.. But as long as you even working on it, what matters is it's your puzzle and you're jus gonna keep tryna put it together.
So then I would like to extend another apology being that I came through and wrecked it all to pieces.. jus when you were almost close to maybe finding the missing link. or putting shit in places it doesn't fit, a clear sign it doesn't belong. But remember you asked for help, and in such anguish you waited. suddenly I barge in all Heroic and well aquainted. I started making moves, and shuffling all the shit around.. Doing things without reason.. Speaking in only truth. I guess I told it real and raw, because I was jus disassembling parts to a story book fairytale. While redefining what is and what was and why will always be. imagine finding all these pieces throughout your life, knowing exactly where to put them. Searching for they spots go to. Looks like a piece of mine belongs to you. I will always fit with unprecedented perfection right into you.