Fallen

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I was free, free, and then I fell.

I so quickly became one of the fallen.

I was so beautiful to you once

While you could balance me up there.

You kept me up.

Way,

Way,

Way up,

Teetering on your tall pedestal,

Allowing my mystery to fuel my image,

So that I became your favorite muse,

An image to paint over and over

Until I am empty.

A victim of your admiration,

A violet butterfly pinned to your wall,

Never meant to be learned.

Only made to be studied.

But you forgot I can fly,

So I flew away

And I watched as your face fell in disappointment,

The warmth from your gaze fading away

As soon as you remembered that I was alive.

That I was living and breathing, just like you.

And so I fell away and watched my hope

Fall,

Falling away

Like ashes.

And I flew, hoping someone else

Might fall for the true me.

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