Theres this woman
In my life
That fancies herself a butterfly
A butterfly with tattered skeptical wings
Landing on me
Only to surprisingly
**** the blood of angels
And fly away, fancying herself
More pivotal.

But the truth
Is that this butterfly
Flies remote with toxicity
Her skepticism and nerves
A broken down olive branch
That ***** and breaks me down
She wants to think she is as light as the wind
But those boxes of ice-cream add up.

I slither and fly my own way
Don't you see how you wound?
Don't you see how you shove?
And that the faces around you grow long and weary
Until at last,
They disappear.
Wondering if someday
She will realize the parallels
Of the lead protagonist flying her own way
Don't you see?
Don't you see there is so much truth in that
My temper rising, blood boiling
I retreat to my room
Not my best version of myself
Lock the door, thats the only way I can score
And leap back into the junctures
That allow me to be happy, free.

I'm not sure what happened to her
Why she wears doubt and insecurity like a seat belt
But I've hollered in colorful glimmers
Enough is just enough.

She's hurt, she feels so abandoned
But little girl I ain't yo mama
Or your boyfriend
I went from comforting to anger so quickly
And thats the tea thats been spilt
I would like my own tea *** now.

You cannot save anyone
I offered to spend time before I'm gone for 9 days
I saw your face cross with worry
Or all the meetings I have this week
As you seek to jump in, leech onto what I've got
But your nature is insufferable
I paint portraits detailing it to those that can listen
Fireworks will explode in the sky once more today
I hope you eventually find your own way
You tainted butterfly.