dead butterflies

The constant pit of knots,
Come from the dead butterflies that rot.
I lost my way a long time from today.
I remember when I thought I was saved.
Saved from what?
I am obviously still just as fucked.
I was left when I loved.
I'm broken in two,
Nobody even knew,
Why I was so blue.
Leave me,
Instead of caressing me.
Now what do I do?
I tried so hard to give everything to you.
I gave my love a few years too soon.
The problem is that makes sense only to you.