one day you'll look back on your life
and realize
you were born a caterpillar
and grew into a butterfly
in the midst of absurdity.
you'll look down
and see everything beneath you
because you'll be flying,
with wings you didn't even know you had.
growing up is a process that happens over time,
and even though it feels as if it takes an eternity,
you don't always see her there when she arrives.
i think humans are just butterflies
that have more emotions.
we are stronger than we look,
but our wings should not be touched.
for the oils on your hands will weigh us down.

i replanted myself
and i grew more than ever
taller than the clouds
i became friends with the sky
the birds taught me a few lessons
i even met the sun
she showed me how to shine
when it got dark
i found myself reminiscing with the stars
but i left some things on the ground
and they cut me down
now i find myself in the same place
that i was before i decided to leave

you were the first person that i told
the biggest secret of my life
i trusted you with that
to this day, i still trust you with it

you see, you may hate me
you may avoid me
we may not talk

but you still have pieces of me
as i still have pieces of you
i don't resent you

the things you put me through have only helped me grow
you see, i have sprouted up
and i'm becoming a garden
and this time, i'm doing it all on my own

you hold my hand and tell me later
I just need a friend right now
which is genuinely okay because realistically we both have issues
but darling i think that you need to understand,
going around holding people’s hands,
it’ll get you in trouble one day

stop being so stubborn and listen to your mother
for once, she just wants what’s best for you
by the way, tell her we aren’t a thing
because you know
I don’t think I want a relationship

but on the other hand
oh yeah, hands
Interlocked fingers are to be saved for
the girl that you’re waiting on
she’s out there somewhere

i forget things
a lot
but i promise it's not on purpose
and if i could change it i would
it's just that my mind is kind of like the weather
it's always changing
one day it's bright and sunny
and the birds are chirping
and the kids are playing
and the next day it's a ******* hurricane
i feel as if everyone is taking shelter from me

hurricane season is one that everyone dreads
although they love the cool weather
the threat of a storm keeps everyone on edge
they run and hide at the slightest sign of rain  
in fear of a full blown storm
they board up their windows
won’t tell me what’s wrong
what did i ever do
i didn’t mean to hurt anyone

it's not a sense of rage,
but more of being scared of hurting the things around me
so please, bare with me, as i forget the little things
my brain takes over sometimes.