That’s what I used to call you. Russian for butterfly, because Russian is an aggressive and harsh sounding language, but it can mean something as sweet and pretty as a butterfly. Just like you, or so I thought. That’s not your name anymore, now you’re just a pesnya sireny, a siren’s song. You lured me in, made me happy, made me think there was something between us, when all you wanted was to corrupt me and break me. I try to convince myself you never cared about me but it’s just too hard to do, when everyone says you did at first. My response to that is a question of what changed your view. But no one knows the answer. You’re the only one who does. But you refuse to speak to me and admit that your words were harsh and uncalled for. You probably think I want you back, that I want an apology. I don’t. All I want is to know why it happened. But apparently you’re too inconsiderate to even give me that. You were my first love, and still are the only one I’ve ever had. You were my first kiss, both of us topless on your couch, we made out for what seemed like an eternity yet it was far too short. That day meant so much to me, more than you could imagine. But then you threw me away like a broken toy you didn’t feel like playing with anymore. And now I hear two months later you’re moving in with someone else, that you haven’t even known for a year. Come on, you’re 17, he’s 18, and you know his family will disown him if he does, and yours is moving across the country. I can’t tell if you’re just an idiot or blinded by your reckless obsession with his dick, or wanting to ruin his life the way you ruined my mental stability. You’re abandoning your sister, who you care the most about. You yelled at me for asking her an uncomfortable question, and now you’re leaving her behind? You’re a hypocrite, and I’m sorry for the guy who has to deal with you. How’s he gonna feel when you inevitably do to him what you did to me? So no more are you a butterfly in my mind. You’re a lying snake, a singing siren, and I’m a Phoenix, rising from the ashes, a dragon flying away from your bullshit. So get out of my head, and leave me to be the best I can, without the memory of you dragging me down. I’m glad I’m still a virgin, cause if I wasn’t I’d just hate you more for taking it.