Butterfly Poem TW: SH

Butterfly

A butterfly

With vibrant green wings and a happy smile

once landed on my face.

I was existing all by myself,

Not a single care in the world,

But the most beautiful butterfly

I'd ever seen

Recognized my face.

I grew to see this butterfly as a friend.

Soon enough every day as I walked

through the forest

this butterfly fluttered next to me.

It would touch and soothe,

And here I was, thinking as though

I'd see it until I die.

Talk with it every day.

And soon I loved every instance I saw the

butterfly.

But one day,

For no reason sought as I,

Things changed.

Seasons shifted,

And with the cold,

the butterfly grew distant.

It would only come to me,

Shivering,

Wanting help.

And help I tried to provide.

Yet my winter grew colder,

And the following spring,

I saw that butterfly dance

One last time.

It then spat in my face,

And I grew to realize

It wasn't interested in me,

But the gross smell coming from a

fake face.

Before the butterfly came along,

I wasn't my true self.

I put on this gross flowery scent,

Instead of my natural smell.

Yet as I grew to love myself,

This smell became less prevalent.

And as the butterfly flew away,

My wrists lay crimson,

And my eyes ring dry.

I cry the final time,

and finally collapse onto the pavement.

Now here I lay,

Once again giving myself for the butterfly.

My flesh reeks,

And my bones hollow.

Yet from the corpse of one's forgotten

love,

Lay jealousy and envy.

From infatuation came disappointment.

It was never love,

You just wanted the

food I provided.