Broken Butterfly

Was in a depressed mood when I wrote this...

He captured me with lies,

Told me he was his Raven...

NeVeRmOrE

NeVeRmOrE

No more...

I'm the broken butterfly,

No longer able to spread my wings and fly.

My colors were vibrant; blue and green,

But I had bled to shades of grey with what I've seen.

Monster, monster,

Where have you gone?

Monster, monster,

Who had made me their pawn.

Innocence has a price,

You cannot retrieve it after thrice.

Sugar coating your sins...

With every lie,

It feels like being stabbed with pins.

Bleeding...

No longer pure,

Filthy, like you...

I'm just a little girl!

At least I used to be,

But you snatched my childhood,

Raising pain to another degree.

Torture me,

Torture me.

Kiss her in front of me.

Make me cry,

But when I die,

Will you even miss me?

I cannot be saved...

Bleeding in shades...

A Broken Butterfly...

Am I.

Reviews

[Joby Bottoms]

I love the use of the Broken Butterfly in this poem. It's one of nature's most beautiful little creatures, but so delicate when out in the wild; having to deal with a huge range of predators. It's the perfect symbolism of how vulnerable we can be when in broken in love. Thank you, a great poem.

[SyberRose]

Just shows what bad taste he has...nicely done...Rose

[Gary Motherfucking Oak]

That was intense, man.

[Simon Welsh]

I love the furious jealousy and intense sadness. And the Poe reference ;)

[Adri Moolman]

This is really sad, but really really good