leahhhmorgannn
  • leahhhmorgannn
"every little kid has their butterfly, the one they entrap just to see its beauty up close. everyone has their drug of choice, whether it be the high of another's touch or the high of a substance. when it came to you, you were my drug and I was your personal butterfly. you got me high and I was the beauty you loved to examine." I just came up with that quote to describe the subject of a poem I wrote last night, so enjoy, I guess.
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leahhhmorgannn
  • leahhhmorgannn
every time I fall in love that person becomes my new drug of choice because drugs, they're supposed to make you happy? so blissfully, wonderfully elated so much so that you forget who you were before and all those mistakes you made all those things you did that haunt you at night and I'm addicted to those people the people who do that to me who make me think i'm another person I'm a new beginning that all my pasts can be forgiven with one press of their lips to mine and it's that kind of love that I get myself drunk on at night, in my dreams because love like that, it couldn't possibly exist in the real world but when it started happening in my days and you became the drug that invaded my mind and took control of me and made me feel like I was floating on air you took over my life and I found myself waiting for that time every day when I could get another hit just one more, I'd always say don't take it too far, I'd remind myself but then I'd be back in line the next day and the day after that hoping you'd forgive me for my sins and, the craziest part of it all? you did. you allowed yourself to be my drug you forgave me for all I'd done and, even now, you still do you don't know that you're still my drug the one I now meet in my dreams and on the friday nights when I miss you the most I miss you and that laugh those smiles I'd imagine those star-struck eyes and the killer stares you knew you were addicting you knew you held me in your hand like a little kid catches and traps the beautiful butterfly so he can hold a little bit of beauty in his own hands, even if for seconds but everyone lets their butterfly go eventually unlike you your ghost and you you both keep me trapped under your cone of influence and maybe it's my own damn fault because I fell in love with you and you dared to love me too to fall in love with your butterfly and it's that love that will kill us both if we continue dancing circles around each other scared to speak the truth we both know scared to even acknowledge each other
morganmay19
  • morganmay19
I love the poem. That is great
anonymous
  • anonymous
Wow, that is so beautiful!

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anonymous
  • anonymous
This is so fantastic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BeautifulMystery.
  • BeautifulMystery.
amazing
anonymous
  • anonymous
good jobs on being mighty pens!!!!
Atsie
  • Atsie
The only thing I would change in this is ONE word in ONE line. Instead of "cone of influence" it might sound better as "cocoon of influence." Because as your whole theme is around the butterfly thing, we all know that butterflies are born from cocoons and it seems to make a lil more sense. You don't even have to bother changing that though honestly! The whole thing is sooo great!!! I love it!
anonymous
  • anonymous
Wow, very nice poem.
JackofallTradez
  • JackofallTradez
@leahhhmorgannn You know how I speak best through my poems For some reason, the things I care about the most Become the obsessions of my life They become the focus of my energy And they consume me in their captivation For they become all important in my life But when the obsession is broken Part of my heart breaks as well Because of the hold on me These things I hold so dear have It kills me a little bit Everytime they fall apart True, I became obsessed over you Which I suspected would happen in the beginning I wanted to know everything Everything there was to know of you Your hopes, your fears, your dreams And I also learned of your mistakes Yet you were mildly surprised when I forgave you But if you knew my story It would be no surprise at all For how could someone like me Who has made countless mistakes And reckless decisions Ever hope to find forgiveness for himself If he doesn't forgive the others of similar fate? And don't we need something to make us happy? Something to lift our spirits? Because, truthfully, this life is all about breaking us It's our decision whether to get back up again And find something to live for Or curl up and die We all need a drug of one sort or another To keep us going I thought you were the one The one who would finally understand me Because you were the only one Who knew my drive I was just looking for understanding That's all I've ever searched for I thought you were the yin to my yang Because we were opposites and yet the same But now that balance is broken And, in all honesty I'm finding it hard to move on without it You came into my life like a shooting star Fleeting and unexpected I tried and grab on But the truth is, you're not ready for that There is much irony In how we both care about one another So as not to want to hurt the other But by doing what we're doing Because we care about one another We're only causing agony to us both And the greatest irony I fell in love with something I couldn't hold on to And now as you slip away My heart slips with you As I'm stuck here wondering How is love, blissful love, so painful? The answer Because love isn't all bliss
Atsie
  • Atsie
@JackofallTradez You've expressed a life story of mine so perfectly. I like yours as well :)
Adrianna.Gongora
  • Adrianna.Gongora
@leahhhmorgannn Omg that made me teary eyed... It's like a love that I have or had I don't know it's difficult... You speak well throughout your poems and really grasp your viewers attention :) Thanks so much for sharing that poem :)
Adrianna.Gongora
  • Adrianna.Gongora
Maybe the word is infatuated I don't know

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