It was enchanting at first
Your love
Like sweet butterflies
Waltzing around my headTheir wings fluttering secrets
Whispering how special you were
And how lucky I was
To get to love youIt tickled at first
Their little feet sticking tight
Digging their toes into my skin like sand
I found your stubbornness endearingThe more that came
The more I felt pressured to love you
I think they envied the other butterflies
Anyone else had ever set free inside my stomachWrapped in a cocoon of midnight
Their wings fluttered in time to my breathing
Smothered in a cloud of wings and antennas
I soon found their presence overbearingI told you that less
Would make me appreciate you more
But you didn't listen
And you set more black butterflies freeThey swirled around me
My eardrums pounding with the drone of flapping wings
The world around me crumbled into black
The walls of your love closing in fastThe darkness so thick
Was I falling or soaring
Sinking or floating
Drowning as they lifted me into the skyI collapsed under their weight
As they took my body into their mass
I let them rip into the flesh of my chest
And swirl in and out of me playing hide and seekI watched the black butterflies find their home
Inside my exposed rib cage
Dining on my suffocated heart
And laughing at my foolish love for butterflies

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Tacenda
Poetrytacenda (n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence