He sliced open my gut and let them all escape.
Flying from my open wound gone without a trace.
All thats left, the wings of dust, the ones that didn’t make it.
Now when I kiss his waiting lips, all I can do is fake it.
Butterflies
Published by Ryon Maverick
Born in Doncaster, I’m a gay writer with a passion for exploring life, love, and everything in between. I share personal stories and reflections on the highs and lows of love in all its forms. I'm also the published author of The Life And Death Of Love, a poetry collection that dives deep into the raw beauty and heartbreak of human connection. View all posts by Ryon Maverick
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Absolutely amazing metaphor for an abusive relationship.
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Yeah exactly this is exactly how I’d like my reader to feel
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Beautiful, filled with pathos.
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