Cursed Wings

While folded in my arms
You're like a butterfly in reverse
Wings becoming molded
It's like your inheriting my curse

Although I tell you every day
You keep saying it's not true
So then I look into your heart
And say, "It's inside of you."

I can see the fissures forming
Opening up a chasm
In the back of my mind I knew
The damage was worse than i could fathom.

So one day I will leave you
And hope that you will see
That you deserve so much more
Than little old broken me.





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