That seductive whisper in my ear,
made the butterflies stir.
Their wings glistened red in the light,
watching from the wall, as we laughed,
loved, lived. Not wasting a second,
but living in the moment as if tomorrow would be our last.
And it was.
Your touch grew colder and colder,
your warm smile faded into apathy,
a stare of indifference, a glare of resentment.
The face that would always welcome,
now greets like a stranger,
without recognition, a fatal consequence.
Facing a mirror, an unfamiliar reflection gazes back at me,
with you by its side.
How ironic it is, that now I find myself in the same predicament. Stumbling and groaning over rejection. A hole ripped in my chest.
This window, once clear and bright with sunlight,
grew dark with dirt over time, finally cracking under pressure, shattering due to neglect.
A pretty pink card, torn through use,
was thrown across the table, landing in your lap.
And without a second thought, you gave it a go,
just because it worked for everyone else.
Why fall for the same trick?
Why settle for this rusted engine, continuing on a broken path?
Why force the knife deeper?
This once grand palace, now lies in ruins,
a lost hope, all in vain.
Your desire for revenge has made you foolish,
the wax is slowly melting away.
As the storm rages within,
scarlet overflows, staining this once pure linen and
the beautiful butterflies finally take flight,
never to return.
made the butterflies stir.
Their wings glistened red in the light,
watching from the wall, as we laughed,
loved, lived. Not wasting a second,
but living in the moment as if tomorrow would be our last.
And it was.
Your touch grew colder and colder,
your warm smile faded into apathy,
a stare of indifference, a glare of resentment.
The face that would always welcome,
now greets like a stranger,
without recognition, a fatal consequence.
Facing a mirror, an unfamiliar reflection gazes back at me,
with you by its side.
How ironic it is, that now I find myself in the same predicament. Stumbling and groaning over rejection. A hole ripped in my chest.
This window, once clear and bright with sunlight,
grew dark with dirt over time, finally cracking under pressure, shattering due to neglect.
A pretty pink card, torn through use,
was thrown across the table, landing in your lap.
And without a second thought, you gave it a go,
just because it worked for everyone else.
Why fall for the same trick?
Why settle for this rusted engine, continuing on a broken path?
Why force the knife deeper?
This once grand palace, now lies in ruins,
a lost hope, all in vain.
Your desire for revenge has made you foolish,
the wax is slowly melting away.
As the storm rages within,
scarlet overflows, staining this once pure linen and
the beautiful butterflies finally take flight,
never to return.
