Sep 2019
She passed me by, the butterfly, unwilling to be caught
Its majesty humbled me, I was it's thing to be played with
The span of its rainbow wings taking all of my mind
Unable to be appreciated because I knew it would fly away
It was me, in every way
The thing I desired above every other prize
The thing I feared more than the greatest ghouls
It's twisted tongue throwing me away from its might
It's imperfection made it perfect, it made me love
The rest don't cut it, they never did
There's plenty more butterflies in this world
But none have stopped to let me see its might like this
It flew away with the rest
And in the end, I failed the test.
Its majesty humbled me, I was it's thing to be played with
The span of its rainbow wings taking all of my mind
Unable to be appreciated because I knew it would fly away
It was me, in every way
The thing I desired above every other prize
The thing I feared more than the greatest ghouls
It's twisted tongue throwing me away from its might
It's imperfection made it perfect, it made me love
The rest don't cut it, they never did
There's plenty more butterflies in this world
But none have stopped to let me see its might like this
It flew away with the rest
And in the end, I failed the test.
Something I wrote quickly without much form, based a lot on instinct. An exploration of my anxiety, regret, and sense of belonging (or lack thereof), might not be the most high brow thing, but it means a lot to me.
