They say be
like a Phoenix,
Rise from
the ashes of your broken feelings
Let all that
hurt you strengthen you
Learn from
your mistakes
But everyone
forgets what it smells like when something has died
All I smell
is the stench of decomposed butterflies
It reeks of
failure
It stinks of
bad decisions and lousy timing
The revolting
leftovers of something that I thought was beautiful
Covered by attractive
colors and sweet perfume
Perfect on
the outside, but rotting on the inside
How do you
rise from stink
How do you
grow something out of malodorous decay
Infested by
regret and polluted by a fickle heart
A nauseating
stench caused by your own fault
And then you
remember flowers
They need
fertilizer to grow
Compost made
of rotting leftovers of things that were once beautiful
Something
like decomposed butterflies
Like the
ashes of the Phoenix
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