butterflies are so easy to kill
you just have to take
their ability to fly
without the beauty on their wings
they are no better
than a moth
I lay on your bed smiling
while you read my poetry
I always thought I was not that naive
but your warm embrace
felt like heaven
you braid my hair
like my mom
used to
you lose your
patience
and you cut
and cut
I am just a moth now
I cannot leave your side
you do it out of love
you say every night
but the blood is still the same
I am no longer a butterfly
darling, you took away
all my beauty
