Butterflies spill out of your mouth
fluttering the flames of my fragile ego
you know how to cast me under your spell
and I, helpless,
am unable to break free of your grasp
and release myself from your claws
until I learned that your power
came not from you
but from the insecurities within myself.
Your hold on me
and what I thought was love and romance
and a lusty fairytale
was all an artful deception.
You taste of autumn and broken promises
and you made me a ghost of a woman.
But I can break free of these chains for I
and only I
have the radiant power to start anew
and to begin again.