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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Rose, Prose, Poetry
PoetryExploring topics of love, limerence, grief, and everything in between, this is a collection of 100 poems written over a year. The works both reflect inner emotions and outward connections, attempting to capture the interconnected nature of the worl...