You                                                              ­                                       have
 
  always                                                ­                                          been 
 
    a butterfly;                                                       ­              waiting for
        your day to                                                       break from that
          cocoon. At least                                       cocoons are warm
              and cozy, they                 say.         Cozy, until someone
                walks by, piercing holes,      creating a draft. Though
                    it’s easier to breathe and much clearer to see.
            May it be better to pierce        holes in the cocoon than
           in those completed wings?        Creating more flexibility,
               it is much easier to                     expand, though it
                  raises the risk                          of being shattered                    
                   before those                                 wings have
                         fully                                          matured.

FEB 3, 2016

I got sentimental
Through ya words and the sight
You gotta say that you’re there
Beside me
But i know that that’s not fair
You go through my pain
And lend me your glee
Hey ya, why you’re like this?
Betrayed by myself, loved by your words
I gotta tell you my dear
‘cause you’re my lose friend
See the snow is melted into tears
Feeling you get away
And fears that mend themselves alive

© Smit Fairytale

You were my bestfriend.
You betrayed me.
You sold me out.
You broke me.
You left me.
I'm dying.

I put my heart on a shelf,
The only person I can trust is myself.
I don’t trust easy,
It doesn’t come freely.

I believe in the end everyone leaves,
People come and go as please,

Maybe I push people away,
I don’t believe a single word people say.
I have gotten good at being numb,
I no longer will be the one who ends up looking dumb.

Spend one day in my shoes,
You’d be grateful its not you.
Being betrayed,
All the hurtful games people would play.
My heart is destroyed all because I loved the wrong foolish boy.

I used to be so full of life,
Maybe one day I’ll get my heart right.

Im all alone in this world
No one to share my tears
My love My pain
I have all these secrets
Parts no one will know again
I shared them before
Ive learned thats a mistake
They will leave
He will take his hammer and shatter your heart
Your secrets spilling out where everyone can see

my connection to words,
the string of abstract thoughts,
has been severed by the scissors of the three sisters.

one word obnoxiously grabs hold,
every day, jamming traffic in my head.
your name is the apocalypse.

I lowered my army of defense,
cleared a path to let you in,
believed your promises to me.

you lied.