L’impression d'être une ville sans soleil

Evvi, 12th. Vermont
(It Feels Like a City Without Sun)
​Sweet, like sugar, being 
saddened by apathy
“he didn't mean to” 
is how the story goes

Remind us he’s a liar
using you for desire
making a scene of drama 
blunt emotional trauma
causing you blindness 
to offer him forgiveness 
cursing your kindness

Listen to me closely 
I'll only say it once 
“fly little butterfly”
leave the net
or for life, your wings will be set
inside his case of collected wings

deep and bright
icy waters cloud your sight
cold as his heart
your tears soak your lips
thoughts say after 
his hands trapped your hips

Fly my butterfly
I'll only say it twice
leave this net
or for life, your wings will be set
inside his case of collected flings

Let me cover you in sunshine
discover I can accommodate
your shiny eyes and divine smile
on your pretty face.