You once gave me butterflies. They fluttered and tickled. Once. Just once. After that it deafened my ears. Their wings blocked my eyes. Blocked the sun. Stopped the moon from rising. Water became scarce. And my throat ran dry. Fluttering on my skin lifting the hairs off my neck with every gentle nudge. You ripped those butterflies in half. Pulling every wing until you could hear their screams to stop. You never stopped. You pulled every single one out of my mouth and bawled your hands in a fist. After I begged you to hold one gently the first time. You took what you wanted you scattered their wings in hopes I would fly. I would be lying if I told you there is one butterfly left that flutters. But I will never tell you. I won't ever remind you again.
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Through my eyes
PoetryThrough my eyes is a short poem collection about obsessive love and obsession and riding the wave of falling in love and falling out of love. Even if it's not returned.
