March 20, 2019

Needle

Every time I think of you
there's this stabbing pain inside my heart
that feels like a butterfly
trapped inside a cage
waiting to be freed

because in there
there's no light
and the wings flicker no more
and this shouldn't be the case
because butterflies
are flying goddess

they should be dancing freely
and fly gracefully
under the mild sun
surrounded by fields of rainbows
and marshmallow clouds

because all I feel now is
the lovely butterfly
not putting up any fight
because there's nothing
to hold onto
anymore

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