Misty (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}}

speak

Your mouth is full of butterflies

That come out in an explosion of color

Every time you speak

I used to speak stained glass

But I bit down too hard

And now I speak in shards

That break your butterflies

And slice my throat

I never thought that they could break your heart

Now every I love you is a dagger

You speak in shredded butterfly wings

And it's my fault

Shreds and shards 

And broken hearts

Look what's become of us