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The Butterfly Apr 2014
You wonder why love runs cold?
There is only so much hurt one heart can hold.
You have this unattainable expectation
That continues to be approach with hesitation.
The death of love will be your insecurities
And your constant accusations of ambiguities
How will the love last you say
When you are forced to go away?
Why is it never enough?
Why do you seek all the fluff?
When you fly off the handle
All it does is blow out the candle.
It's overwhelming at best
I truely hope there is something left.
It's hard to turn back a heart of stone...
The Butterfly Mar 2014
You can't seem to be anything but paranoid,
and I can't seem to be anything but annoyed.
All I wanted to do is take your hand,
be beside you while I stand.
But you took us down to a place
where we lost our minds and our space.
To a place that I can't even hear you calling,
where I am continually falling.
You're yelling the words I want to hear,
how you'll love me and hold me dear.
But I can't decipher the code,
of all the signs that continue to bode.
Of  the doom I feel eating me alive
even though I struggle and I strive
to keep my sanity at bay
just to hear the words, "I'll stay.."
Why is this so hard?
The Butterfly Mar 2014
I don't want you to try and change me
wasn't I what you wanted before it was you and me?
Why do you feel the need to constantly push
was I somehow going the wrong direction before the push?
Never have I doubted myself more
than now that I am with you more.
Am I that lost and confused that you feel the need to abuse?
How could I have missed all the signs of the abuse?
Why can't I just be me and that be enough for you and me?
Didn't you say you loved me?
*Trying something new while still dizzy and confused.*
  Mar 2014 The Butterfly
Rachel Mena
I am sorry I cannot save you, too


But I cannot lift you to the boat

while I am treading water
The Butterfly Mar 2014
Trying to make it happen
is only making it dampen.
The fulfilled look of love has drained away
left with only a look of disdain.
You should have known you could only push so far
before you tore from heaven the star.
You hung it there with such care
but ripped it down without as much as one last stare.
Climb back up and reposition the moon
and please, please do it soon.
Before what was so preciously made
is just left to wither away.
A whisper left,
Upon my lips,
No one was meant,
To hear.

Shaking through
My Fingertips,
The numbness turned,
To fear.

And now I have,
Been ******* to,
A knot I cant undo.

For every time,
I seek release,
My headspace fills,

With you.
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