i am a beautifully misunderstood masterpiece
plastered with ugly truths and beautiful lies
i push boundaries and limits of what you thought you could be
and leave your little lungs empty.

i've knocked on deaths door twice but I still come home to you, darling

because when i learn to love you
i'll morph into something new
something pretty..
something that is the polar opposite of me.
i will become your expectations
and forget about who i use to be
make art of out my pain
and love, out of my heartbreak
no longer a caterpillar
i will be a little butterfly
shedding her skin
to finally
be something

*beautiful.