Butterfly.

Broken,
Unsatisfied,
Hurt,
Shattered,
Lost,
Alone.
All the words,
Used to,
Define me,
Little did I knew,
Just how fast,
I could,
Burry my future,
Behind me,
In the past.
Mended,
Loved,
Fulfilled,
Matched,
Wandering,
In place.
Words that sounded,
So far away,
Yet the where just,
A tombstone,
Away.

Now here I stand,
Before you,
Telling the story,
Of how I have died,
A million times,
Yet my heart is still beating,
Lungs are still breathing,
I am still alive.

And just like that, butterfly, you fly away,
Fly to another life, with ever bat your wings take,
I forsake, the wind can not,
Blow your happiness away. 

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