Life Of Your Butterfly
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  • Reads 1,950
  • Votes 287
  • Parts 24
  • Time 14m
Complete, First published Dec 03, 2019
It's a collection of poems in chronological order I wrote when I was going through a dark time in my life. It is  about my break up with my best friend and how much it shook me and made me question my own being while already going through a hard time. It's about coming to an understanding that it's okay to hurt and feel angry and sad that you have let another person have so much power over yourself to cause such heartbreak. That it's okay to forgive and not forget. 

I am not good with description but this book will not make you feel happy and alive. Instead, you can find some emotions and circumstances you could relate to. 

My poems are written from different point of views. For example Oscar is 1st pov while Peace is written in 2nd Pov and Grave of her soul in 3rd Pov. 

Not every poem is about my friend but simply a letter to myself.

I mean no offense to anybody through my poems so please keep this in mind while continuing reading.

It's not great but it's something.

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MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.