Have You Ever Met Pain?

Today I felt like dropping an old poem from my archive because why the hell not?

If you’ve ever been heartbroken before… this one’s for you.

Those Damn Butterflies (written in 2019)

I became a broken record of excuses & entangled in a web of beautifully crafted lies

I wore my heart in my stomach because it was easier to listen to the butterflies that lived there

rather than to listen to the voices in my head

spewing out red flags

there you were… painted with all the right ways to hurt me all over your body

but I wore rose tainted glasses and walked down the wrong street of love

side by side

with you.

tripping over the cracks in the concrete that came from every step we took and the voices from beneath screamed my name to turn around

I soon realized that that concrete road was me...

and the voices were my own..

What a joy it was to love so blindly

did I even know pain until I met you?

I think I remember seeing pain a few times before

he brushed by my shoulder and I stumbled

but when I met you

pain looked me in the eye, shook my hand and introduced himself.

His introduction made my heart bleed

but those butterflies...

those damn butterflies...

they worked overtime to mend it... sewing sutures within the cuts that came from the words that you shot at me like daggers.

Just for you to reopen them… and force me to relive the pain all over again.