Spilled Butterflies

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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.