I had a fear that one day you would see me the way society did.
Instead of beautiful butterflies fluttering in my stomach, you placed moths in my heart.
As I began to feel you drift, they grew frantic.
Perhaps from being trapped inside a place so cold,
Or maybe to keep my heart pumping because they knew I couldn't do it on my own..
(m.g)
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- Comment from author about the poem: After the countless amount of people who have given up on trying to see past your hard exterior, you find one that may change the way you think about yourself. You want to be loved. Cared for. Understood. Yet, no one has shown that your able to be any of those things and so you begin to fear anyone that comes close. You grow cold. Your heart doesn't want to undergo this pain any longer, but you still live for tiniest of flutters. A reminder that you're still alive.
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Oooooooh MARISSA - Is this a confession or a "cri de coeur" or both. Chagrin d'Amour (The Pain of Love) is (in my experience too) very hard to bear. BUT while our hearts still flutter there is still the promise of love. Thanks for sharing ~ BRIAN
omg. The title instantly drew me in as it sounded so relatable. every single word down to the full stop was powerful, I wanted there to be more. thank you for writing this.
Thank you so much! And you're very welcome.
Wow.. very well written and a powerful truth that can relate to many.. i know I can relate.
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