The Grave of Butterflies

In exchange for a few butterflies

You killed hundreds of mine.

They were spreading their wings for you,

Now none are left to fly.

The once warm fever in my heart

Turned into a hell to survive.

I gave you my everything,

You took the infinite I don’t have.

The monsters I once buried

Are coming back from their grave.

The monster who opened the door to them

Just listens and stares.

As you’re expecting the show of the light turning into blood.

Drops are falling, as I once fell in love,

Wondering how something so pure

Can turn into a home for thorns.

Excusing yourself with the kindness I gave,

Giving my soul for granted,

You turned me into insignificant, worthless substance.

“Could not stay connected.”

“We were not together.”

You’ll never find a reason to feel at peace.

Nothing justifies betraying the heart you vowed to keep.

I once believed I was matter—

Just a body,

The craving of a soul to tell you “I love you”.

But reality is not what we perceive:

There’s no such pure love in the physical world.

I believed we were soulmates,

Yet you chose another soul to taste.

A fleeting flavor worth the ruin of me,

Enough to break me into tiny pieces.

I feel delusional, losing my head,

Unable to recognize my ego

As it forgets its purpose of self.

I wish all of this were a dream—

And perhaps everything is.

Reality lives only in my head.

Who is this person who played unfaithful games?

A kid’s playfulness ending in a losing game.

Better to believe he is not real,

Better to let myself disappear.

Whatever mission I was born to fulfill,

I fear my heart may not achieve.

Universe, take me with you,

Take me back home,

The only place I belong.

Where no matter, just souls,

And the only scenery is my light—

The light darkness cannot harm.

The only emotion is a rose without thorns,

The actual, pure, infinite,

And unconditional love.