Like Butterflies in Snowstorms

Thanks for reading me wrong
and for deleting me ..
You have completely undone
and released all
the good that was ever in me ..
So surely, it’s high time
for each of us to move forward ..
Nothing at all, really
matters now does it, in the end
it all comes down to
pretence like an image projected
onto some opaque
mirror or screen that does not
bleed, but it feels
nonetheless .. and today, we are
lost and in one hell of
a mess, both shattered and torn
at the seams to the core ..
Blown like some rare and fragile
butterfly into a blinding
colourless grave of a snowstorm ..