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Ruby Payberg Nov 2018
I know a butterfly with broken wings
He’s made of smiles and light
Oh, he loves it when I sing
I’ve seen it make him cry

He said he found a way to fly
Even with that broken wing
I told him I’d never seen flight
Quite as beautiful as his
He claims that he can fly
But cannot move his wings
He only rides the breeze
I fear the wind will leave
Ruby Payberg Nov 2018
I have a brother
I can't tell who it is
The word brother comes to me
With such a bitter taste
For my brother is a person
He could be one who used me
Or one who hates me
Or one who saved me
Is it literal or mental
Is it blood or adoption or feeling
Can I forgive the one who hurt me
Can I convince the one who hates me
I know I can love the one who saved me
I want it to be him
I want a brother who cares and loves and can hate me and love me and joke at me and pretend they don't like me. I want a brother who I can forgive and talk to and cherish and convince them to love me. I want a brother who's a brother.
Ruby Payberg Nov 2018
It feels like drowning
Sinking in, open mouthed,
Gliding across my body
Constantly making me swallow

All the gasping for breath
He makes my throat feel tight
I can feel him everywhere
Pushing in on all sides

My body gives in
So I finally can let go
Decide to give myself to him
In ways I’ve never known

I feel empty
Please fill me with the water
Because when I saw what he is
Death never sounded better

My airways close
And I can feel his breath
Brushing up like air bubbles
On the bare skin of my chest

He rocks against me
Up and down like the waves
Gentle and caressing
I let it pull me through the lake

But when I feel it brush against me
Like seaweed at the untouchable ground
That’s when I feel the urge to flee
Back up to where the surface hits
I know I can’t get too deep
Or I’ll awake and hate to drown
Ruby Payberg Nov 2018
Butterflies with Broken Wings
I had a ring with a butterfly
The butterfly had a broken wing
I never wore it because it hurt
The edges would stab my hand
A man I loved saw that ring
And asked if he could have it
He said it reminded him of himself
Because butterflies with broken wings can still live
He said he found a way to fly
And that he thinks he’s doing good
I told him I’d never seen flight
Quite as beautiful as his
He claims that he can fly
But cannot move his wings
He only rides the breeze
I fear the wind will leave
Ruby Payberg Nov 2018
I don’t let them call me the sun
I tell them I think I’m the moon
My best memories live under the stars
I tell them I think I’m the moon

They call me the moon
Dancing along through night
I don’t think they know the meaning
I tell them I think I’m the moon

I act like I’m the moon
The part they can see always shines
But the dark side comes around sometimes
I tell them I think I’m the moon

I feel like I’m the moon
When the dark side comes
It’s always invisible to the naked eye
I tell them I think I’m the moon

When I feel most like the moon
I think they become an astronaut
A brilliant boy, a breath of packaged air
I tell them I think I’m the moon

I look like I’m the moon
Sometimes I can’t be seen
Unless you’re truly looking
I tell them I think I’m the moon

I shine like I’m the moon
I borrow light from the sons
The boys, the suns that hold me
I tell him I’m the moon
Ruby Payberg Nov 2018
Call out to me, preach your joys and your woes
"Confess your sins and you will be forgiven"
And Oh Lord, do I forgive, I'll give it all if you're not overwhelmed
But lest it be too much, reign me in
Don't bite off more than you can chew, and if I do feed it to you
Let it not be more than you can keep down
For I'm a feast meant for gods
I know it can be too much
Please don't try to eat it all
I don't want to be thrown back up

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