I wish I could explain your eyes and how seeing them gives me butterflies in my stomach, I also wish you knew how it felt for those butterflies to come bursting out your chest.
I wish you knew how when you smile how my heart skips a beat I also which you knew the pain of cutting yourself on a shard of your own broken heart .
I want you to know in my closet that my shelves where filled with love gifts , I also want you to know that now they're filled with razor blades that opened my wrist.
my faith away strong busy out needed professor I opened the door and saw the truth where I thought we where a temple of love you thought it was shit .
you tied me down and poisoned my thoughts and took away my throne. and from my lips you drew the last drop of blood
maybe I've been here before I know this room I've walked this floor.
remember when min moved and you pulled me back in and split me in two?
every breath we took was hallelujah maybe there's a God above and he planned to use me for his giggles
and it's not a cry for help you can hear at night it's not somebody who's seen the light it's a cold and broken body.
burn it, bright cuz I don't want him back.
he thought he was playing with a rabbit not a snake
YOU ARE READING
my butterfly
Poetrypoems I write poetry is like my only escape and way to deal with shit going around in my life. Much better than cutting in my opinion so yeah they may not be the best you have been warned
