Butterfly
The butterflies that you feel will never take you away...
It is irresponsible when not controlled.
Takes you where you never meant to go,
but where it does,
bliss.
You wonder their mind as if your own,
more welcome than itself.
You take all it can give,
cherish and live.
Your butterfly owns you,
it knows you.
Do you choose who to love?
Do you peacefully place those butterflies in your stomach?
Do you pick apart those billions of penetrative emotions?
Genocide.
Mesmerised.
How does it feel?
Menace of memories.
Aren’t you having fun?
He isn’t fun, He is work,
He is effort and he is hurt.
He is demeaning.
He is crushed,
Shatter what you think to hush.
Be molested and them the same.
Let’s play the game.
Toxic.
You want it.
Don’t you?
See, the butterflies that you feel
will never take you away.
What hurts you will never compromise.
What controls you will always be,
the genocide of the butterflies.
About the Creator
Caleb Johnson
“Enquire no deeper than you need into what set these veins on fire, note simply that they bleed.” - Valentine Ackland
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