Butterflies

I became a broken record of excuses & entangled in a web of
beautifully crafted lies
I wore my heart in my stomach because it was easier to listen to the butterflies that lived there 
rather than to listen to the voices in my head 
spewing out red flags
there you were.. painted with all the right ways to hurt me all over your body 
but I wore rose tainted glasses and walked down the wrong street of love
side by side
with you. 
tripping over the cracks in the concrete that came from every step we took and the voices from beneath screamed my name to turn around
I soon realized that that concrete road was me...
and the voices were my own..
What a joy it was to love so blindly
did I even know pain until I met you? 
I think I remember seeing pain a few times before
he brushed by my shoulder and I stumbled
but when I met you
pain looked me in the eye, shook my hand and introduced himself. 
His introduction made my heart bleed
but those butterflies...
those damn butterflies...
they worked overtime to mend it... sewing sutures within the cuts that came from the words that you shot at me like daggers....
woah did you see that? 
I think a few butterflies escaped their trap