Razor blades and Butterflies

Razor blades and Butterflies

A Poem by Shaun
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A story type poem of love lost and moving on...

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When did you become so absent and hollow?
What happened to that enduring flame?
At what point did the candle burn completely down?
When did your banner become white with defeat?
Upon barbed wire crosses now hangs your misery.
Your sparkle has turned to rust.
Your afterglow of orgasmic tranquility
Is now a shadow of guilt and lust.
Across your skin is splayed a pattern,
A tracing of events exposed.
In the form of razor blades you made your statement
Upon deaf ears, your prayers were told.
So shattered is the depth of your subconscious.
Your hopes and dreams have withered and died.
Where once stood wholly, your radiance
You now slouch pitiful and tired.

But I remember, not so long ago,
Butterfly kisses and sweet nothings.
Where every morning was an adventure's beginning
Every night elated with sweat covered bliss.
When the heavens bowed at our forthcoming footsteps.
When our hearts beat their pitter-patter
When the fireflies would dance gracefully between us
And no sunrise would cease to flatter

But like a ship caught in a reef, we're going no where rather quickly
The iceberg, Captain, is no longer straight ahead
We're capsizing and swiftly sinking
No longer raining, it's pouring now
And the levee cannot hold
A tidal wave of desperation and anguish
Will soon inundate and drown our exposed
Hearts, our hearts! They'll be torn from their fibers
Surgically separated with fate's dull
Scalpel
Where once they beat in a unified symphony
They are now scarred and flatlining in denial
There will be no sunrise for the two of us
The hangman has slung his tight noose
There will be no remains here left to discover
And no one will be looking to tell the truth.
Through razor blades and butterflies I'm recollecting upon this account
With nothing left to be elaborated upon
I bid farewell to the good times past
Moving on now, I sometimes remember
Those patterns and eyelash grazes
But leave them behind me, where they belong
There's no room for sadness or pity.

© 2014 Shaun


Author's Note

Shaun
Please ignore grammatical errors and enjoy.

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I'm 24. I've been writing for several years. My poetry is usually more dark. more..

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