Amongst The Butterflies

Here's another older poem. It has a bit of angry tone to it. It's called, "Amongst The Butterflies," and it's written from the perspective of a jilted lover. The person who has been wronged is accusing the person who hurt them of misrepresenting themselves. In the beginning, they presented themselves as something innocent, who would never hurt them. But in the end, they turned out to be a person who was just playing with their emotions because of some need to either live dangerously or out of some self-destructive need. Either way, I tried to write it as if it really happened to me. So hopefully that comes through when you read it.

"Amongst The Butterflies"
2009

I used to stroke your wings
But I didn't like the feel
'Cause all the scrapes and minor cuts
Would never seem to heal
And the wounds would surely sit
Displayed and poorly dressed
While your smile would shine
And sins were not confessed
But your truths shall seek the light
Though darkness suits them best
And two wrongs won't make a right
But they'll help to put my soul at rest
Because you're a moth amongst the butterflies
Hiding in this sublime disguise
But I've seen through you with these tired eyes
And I know you'll be gone once the fire dies
Cause you used to fan the flames
That raged inside of us
But once we got past your games
All that's left was lust
So now the wounds will surely sit
For the world to see
And your fraud has exposed
How cloudy some pearls can be
Cause your truths shall seek the light
Though darkness suits them best
And two wrongs won't make a right
But they'll help to put my soul at rest
Because you're a moth amongst the butterflies
Hiding in this sublime disguise
But I've seen through you with these tired eyes
And I know you'll be gone once the fire dies
Now I know I have my faults
And mistakes surely know my name
But I don't go around pretending that
I'm impervious to blame
And I understand a butterfly's allure
Fuels your need for being one
But my friend I recognize a fellow moth
Everytime I'm seeing one
So now your truths shall seek the light
Though darkness suits them best
And two wrongs won't make a right
But they'll help to put my soul at rest
Because you're a moth amongst the butterflies
Hiding in this sublime disguise
But I've seen through you with these tired eyes
And I know you'll be gone once the fire dies
'Cause after all, what's a moth without the flame?