introspectivity. a poetry collection

𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬

love is a bet that you constantly lose

love is a path that you never pursue

who would've known that I would feel used

painful memories that I have of you

I feel hurt and inspired in many different ways

my heart is on fire, a sparkling flame

I could cry, a waste of precious time,

so I wait for you to run away

I want you to leave, I want you to go

I don't want to see you again

your little sweet nothings are just for a show

I didn't say you were an enemy nor a friend

when you run, I won't follow

you're a path I won't pursue

that's a pill you need to swallow

I know this much is true

you make me cry while my heart dies

and that's how you kill butterflies