Butterfly

What is this growth beneath my skin.
Why does it crawl and creep within.
I feel it feeding from me, this little parasite.
The only movement inside is of dead butterflies.

 

Why did I kiss him, feel him, lead him on.
Together we created this butterfly, dead butterfly.
I'll make an abortion of you, little parasite.

 

What is this hunger, don't you feed enough.
It's fair to blame, you weren't created in the realms of love.
I feel it beating in me, little parasite.
Your little broken heart, dead butterfly.

 

Why did I kiss him, hold him, send him home.
Alone I'll end this butterfly, breathing butterfly.
I'll make an abortion of you, little parasite.

 

I feel you feeding from my veins, little dear.
I feel you feeding on my pain, little dear.
Purity upon you has been lain, little dear.
You were conceived upon the raindrops dear.

 

I'll make no abortion of you,
Little butterfly,
Darling butterfly,
My one and only butterfly.

Reviews

[wickedcharm]

Bittersweet. Hurting and lovely. Great.

[J.S. Pua]

nice..
i kind of liked this..
good write..

[naomi]

Wow.

You have real talent Lauren, this is an amazing, deep and meaningful write about the pain and hurt of two peoples mistake.

[Deaths Cold Kiss]

i really like this, thank you for sharing

[BLACKCRUSH]

I loved this write ,it was intense and left me feeling breathless in the end...a feeling thats hard to explain. This was a very unique and interesting piece,happy to have read it.