Darkest Days|| Poetry and Prose

Butterflies.

The broken sounds of your breath
as you remember his against your neck
Soon has you clawing at your chest
Leaving you suffocating on the pain and regret

You remember the anger in his eyes
The way you fell for the lies
And his charming handsome disguise
As he claimed you for his prize

The pain in your head makes you feel weak
How could you have ever been so meek
And now it's courage you seek
Everytime you hear the floorboards creak

He said he'd never let you go, You belonged to him.
You felt the remorse of a sinner although he was the sin.
How could you have been so naive to let him in.
Now you're left broken and the anxiety begins.

Your breath turns into butterflies and it flutters in your throat
You realise again, you'll never be able to cope
But deep inside of you, you search for the hope
That you know you need to grasp before you begin to choke.

How could another person leave you with this kind of despair
You remember the broken bones, the pulling of hair
Its flashbacks like these that prove the world as unfair
You were good and wholesome. You need to be repaired.

When the rose tinted glasses shattered, you could finally see
The bruises and scars that had come to be
But you still craved his love and allowed yourself to bleed
Now you're all alone and don't realise you're free.

Release the butterflies and let them fly away.
He was a disease and you're free to live another day.
Speak out loud and shout the words you need to say.
I know of the pain and for you I will pray.