Butterfly

You captured my fluttering heart in your butterfly net. You studied the breaks in my wings and made me believe you would mend them But in the dead of the night you would tear the fragile flesh in the bed of another. You ripped the beauty from my soul as you caused me to tear my patterned body. You disguised yourself as sweet and caring but before my eyes you metamorphosed into narcissistic and hateful. My fragile heart was caught in your web of lies. We played familiar roles. You the poisonous spider and I the naive butterfly.

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