I Found You

In the sky.

In the forest.

In the sea.

I found you beside my bed watching me breathe, during sleep.

I found you in my kitchen, toasting bagels and pouring juice.

I found you on my sofa, snuggled on my breasts. Free and loose.

In the sea.

In the forest.

In the sky.

I found your love in my heart and passion that never dies.

The Butterfly Series by Dame Unique

Welcome to The Butterfly Series!

A collection of creative pieces about transformation and mental growth. With this collection, I share with my readers moments of change that has occurred both within and around my life.

Some pieces derive directly from my heart, whereas other pieces flow out of my mind at a pace I have no control over.

I’m truly thankful for everyone that has assisted with the rise of my inner phoenix. I agree, 2020 has been a challenging year for all the inhabitants of this earth. However, life is about growing, understanding and expressing your soul.

This collection is for all the stars that glow in the night sky.

Thank you for reading!

Love Unique

Maybe Baby?

Maybe I’ll pretend I can’t see the see she pollution pouring out your mouth.

Baby, I can smell the shit around your lips.

Maybe, I’ll pretend I don’t know you. But baby, please read a book.

Maybe, it’s true you’re wealthy! Only, baby, I don’t entertain ignorance.

Maybe, I’ll slip into a black fitting ensemble, diamond choker and have breakfast at Tiffany’s?

Baby, I’m out of your league,

Mentally,

Spiritually

Realistically.

Best wishes with your future endeavours.

Unique

Don’t Expect

Don’t expect me to be the one to say yes! Yes, I accept below-par experiences.

Don’t expect me to be the idiot that ignores your shit. I see it, I smell it, fuck off – I stepped in it.

I’m not the one. I’m not the one.

Don’t expect me to express love in a way that resembles what you deserve.

Don’t expect me to accept the bullshit you play on. Play with and share out.

I’m not the one. I’m not the one.

Don’t expect me to trade my time for your time when your time is never my time.

Don’t expect me to remain silent when your feathers are in full plumage.

I’ll never water myself down…my feathers enjoy the signs of the air. Take me straight or fuck out of here.

My title was Unique, long before the big bang. Or the theory behind the minds of those who still argue about facts.

Remember that. Remember that. Remember that.

Broken Curse

I’ve been on a journey, I was doused in a toxic curse. I’ve cried a million times over and even then the toxicity remained undisturbed. – Unique

You used a blue highlighter and pulled me in to read your words.

You stood tall and spoke your wishes into our universe.

You remained calm and spoke your confidence into my ears.

You took hold of my body, a body I’ve disliked over time. You opened up my mind and breathed your dreams into my life.

Your confidence is beautiful and your mindset is amazing. I tried to push you, but you stayed where you felt most comfortable and helped to ease my anxiety away.

You stepped up to my self-critical words and stripped my layers off.

You pulsated inside me and held me tight.

At that moment, I felt lifted and wonderful that you knew from day one, that everything will be alright.

August 2020

Dear Ex-Boyfriend

Dear Ex-Boyfriend,

Thank you for your most recent correspondence.

I appreciate the time you’ve taken to get in touch and express your emotions, by way of the pen.

I’m doing well since we parted ways. I’m progressing nicely through brighter days.

I’ve missed you at night when we used to talk, cry and sing. I’ve missed our connection, built from deep within.

But let’s not forget your actions, the role you played in this. Let’s pay homage to your actions and how that night, was our very last kiss.

I’m not here to make you feel good about yourself, that responsibility lays with you. I’m not here to massage your consciousness when you hurt me that pain cut through. Remember, you decided to do what you did and you enjoyed your life for a minute thereafter. My name isn’t Dr Unique, I’m not your therapist or your point of laughter.

Thank you, Ex-Boyfriend! For doing what you do best – you were weak as fuck when we met and today you’ve since regressed.

I miss your lips.

I miss making love.

I miss playing with you and more than the above.

The notion that we dated will be forgotten over time. The fact that I once blessed you with love, will remain your biggest regret, not mine.

Rest in peace to every moment we created, the second I realised you’re fake! I eliminated memories backdated.

Faded is your new label.

Faded is your mouth sucking my nipples.

Faded is your access to my life.

Ex-Boyfriend, one thing I must include…having two was too much, excluding number one was awfully rude.

No, I do not wish you well.

I do not wish you good health.

I do not wish you a happy future.

I affirm all the above upon myself.

Ex-Boyfriend,

I hope your soul burns eternally while your heartbeats in this life.

I hope your soul continues to burn through, long after the moment you die.

Love in abundance,

Unique