if only my angels had been like hurricanes
powerful, and relentless enough to consume the pain
and the world around me,
but your demons had the upper hand
and if you simply took my hand, i followed you anywhere it hurt
if you just dressed it up in clever words, whatever worked
to pull me into your sibylline world
and to make me think that you really meant it
and that you’d never said it
not to the girl before
or to the girl who was with you that night
while you promised it was safe to sleep tight
– butterflies rising