Falling

It takes my breath away,
the illusion that I’m standing
still.
When actually I’m falling,
falling back into the feels.
The feels that took my heart,
and ripped it from chest.
the feels that ripped into
my soul, and left the pieces
for the rest.
The butterflies, they again invade,
devouring the monster, the monster
that she once had made.
now it takes my breath away,
The illusion that I am still the man,
the man that she once threw away.
Oh but not to you , you that thinks I hung
the moon, the butterflies may be here
today, but soon you will discard me too.