I am...

The quiver of my bottom lip,

Don't look please.

It's horrific,

The way you have a sense of control over me.

Playing my heart,

Like a puppet on strings.

Many times, I've told myself a million times to stay away,

The glimmer in your eye, hold such warmness.

Tear streaking down my face,

No, don't touch me.

Don't wipe it off of my face,

Let my makeup run away from my face, like water running down a freshly painted picture.

Months of telling myself you loved me,

How could I be so vulnerable?

Stupid little heart,

Flips of my stomach, don't feel like they used to.

Stabbing in my ribs,

Disappeared without a fight.

Who would've guessed,

That you were such a coward, over something you loved so dearly.

I knew it was a trick,

To let me love, and fall hopelessly onto the cement.

Maybe I was just another story to be told,

The way my eyes light up to the sound of your name.

Such a tragic story,

I am to be told.

No one will understand the cut edges of my pages,

Don't flutter your wings like that, stupid butterfly.

I won't fall for this again,

No, I am a broken soul.

I am the human no one wants to become,

I have became the opposite of every butterfly across the world.

The nightmare children have after watching a horror film,

The blank pages of a blocked up writer.

Drowning myself in these thoughts,

I'm the bullet my best friend put to his mouth.

I am, my own fear,

Fabricated by the envious words.

Boiling over the edge of the pot,

I'm the nightmare I created years ago coming to life. 

Author's Note

Tell me your thoughts??