the butterflies I thought had died
built cocoons within my stomach cavity
shielding themselves from the heart break
that had followed shortly after
the words "we're over" left your lips

Your eyes, always heavy with worry
accompanied by a hint of loneliness
pierced through my every attempt to shut you out
but when I refused to feel the warmth of your embrace
you grew tired of sowing the rips I had tore in your heart
and you left me to fend for myself in an unfamiliar crowd

A once colorful and vibrant bouquet of flowers
now sat on a rickety coffee table immersed in murky water
the petals, withered and discolored lay in a pile in front of the vase
I had saved them, regardless of their bad condition
because it was all I had left of you

the butterflies stay nestled in their cocoons
while your eyes lock with another girl's
we had ran out of thread, so my heart still remains in pieces
a project you never cared to finish
and now your embrace is felt by another
and the flowers have begun to grow mold