when i met you i swear i swallowed a cocoon.
for a moment i thought it wasn't true
that all of my thoughts could be about you.
but then the butterfly awoke
and came and tapped on my heart
and whispered your name.
after months and weeks and so many days
I thought maybe the butterfly had died.
but then again, so had i.
your butterfly was attacking the others
so i put her to rest.
i told myself she was dead, in that cage i trapped her in
and let myself forget.
but now i'm in her debt.
she is gone. no longer here.
but last night i sat
and i felt the steps
of a tiny caterpillar
and it walked right up to my heart
and it built a cocoon.
and that was fine.
a cocoon is a cage where things go to die.
but it was not fine.
because today
when i read that line
and saw your face
i felt the butterfly
come out of it's cocoon
and decide to stay.
i hope you know i tried
they just won't die.
YOU ARE READING
butterfly kisses and sorrow misses
Poetryi don't know yet i just need to put these things that are in my head onto paper or i might lose my mind have i already lost it? poems I wrote as the clouds were brewing.
