The butterfly effect

I go back in time to see the pain
the pain, the he has given me to hold
pain, form the love we once had
had, the love that was sheared between
between, two things he was torn,
torn. in to pieces was my inner soul
my soul was what told me to leave
told me to stay was my broken heart
broken like the wings of a injured butterfly
the effect of death is oh so sweet
sweet was the love we once shared
sharing him with another was death in a bottle
a bottle of tears i cried for him
when he was the one that slay me

pleas tell me what you thin of this one