Where the Butterflies Bleed, poetry by Cindy Noelene at Spillwords.com

Where the Butterflies Bleed

Where the Butterflies Bleed

written by: Cindy Noelene

 

He said he was sorry;
He said he had to!

But then, something inside me split in a way
no one could see.

Because when someone you love
leaves without a reason
you can fight for,
you start fighting yourself instead.

I have butterflies inked into my skin,
symbols of survival;
of breaking open
and becoming something softer…

But tonight they feel pinned!

Wings open.
but I have nowhere to go.

“I had to,” he said,
He had to hurt me?
like loving me
was a weight he could not carry;
like I was something that needed escaping.

My heart;
Oh my God, my heart…
It did not shatter loudly.

It just started bleeding softly
into all the places
I worked so hard to heal.

Because when someone walks away
and calls it necessary,
you begin to wonder
if you were the mistake!

If you were too damaged;
Too intense;
Too fragile;
Too much;

Or even…not enough!

And the cruelest part is
he sounded kind.
He sounded regretful.
He watched me cry, shook his head under his helmet and rode away;
Waving me goodbye.

Which makes it harder
to hate him.

So I sit here,
a butterfly with trembling wings,
covered in proof I have survived before,

and still asking myself
why loving me
was something he had to leave.

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