Butterflies Waves Flowers Metal

I am fragile painted veins on butterflies’ wings

I am crashing waves on the front of the beach

I am all those noises when you’ve broken everything

I am the goals and expectations you just couldn’t reach

 

I am leafy flowers just ready to wilt

I am milk gone sour when it’s just too late

I am all the reasons you have wanted to be killed

I am the putrid, filthy feeling filling you with hate

 

I am wordless screams

On colorless butterfly wings

I am gloomy days

On tidal waves

I am burns from hot metal

On forget-me-not petals

I am all that’s forgotten

On flesh that is rotten

 

I am no longer flying

On my loud dainty wings

I am no longer floating

On foamy blue waves

I am no longer sweltering

On fields of buds

I am no longer gone without a trace

But chances are, you won’t remember my face.

Author's Note

i'm happy. but i still write poems like this.

Reviews

[Cody Wiggins]

this is great keep going like this and you could be the next greatest poet. can i have your autograph now