// Misery is a Butterfly

Her
made beautiful
still ugly and nasty to you
fled to follow echoes
tracing actions of a decent mammoth
waving shamelessly at a state
beyond one eyes to see,
a heart to fear
such space it has lost
indescribable,
have that night ceased in
your memories?
and you, i remember
you deny compromising
as well as our boosted ego
gently stays
shattered,
dismay
him
said it was painful
once
now you are flying
forward but no watching
what more you care
you broke her 
wings when
she’s in the sky
misery,
is her
a
butterfly.