Tattered Wings
Double Acrostic-Forward/Backward
Doting double doses degraded delicate dream-worthy devotion
I became a butterfly with tattered wings when he lost his mojo
Slow and steady to now or never, all or nothing, lackluster stimuli
Touche, his preoccupation with ideal love, tainted its charming art
Romanticism distorted; magic to manic, frantic, shifting dynamic
Affections viewed through glass are ill-advised, injuring Lepidoptera
Crinkled pretty scales made me long for my days as a lonely caterpillar
Torn, a cycle I did not sign up for, set the pace of a love that faded fast
Inching away, tacking courage to tattered winds, again, my spirit soars
Once a beautiful sentiment, his intentions are now a blurry heart emoji
Nice to look at, watch her fly; a butterfly is never meant to be owned
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Marilyn Glover
7x Medium boosted poet, editor, and Reiki Master who is at her best when in nature. Creating to boost humanity while often not coloring within the lines. Follow me at: https://gmarilyn009.medium.com/
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This one is interesting, I love the imagery of him wanting love to be perfect and that being harmful (I love it not because it’s a good thing, of course, but because it’s a real thing). Can I ask, why did you make the last letter in each line bold?