nodus tollens- the realization that the "it" of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore
you call me your butterfly; your little butterfly child with my weak bones, weak skin and a weak heart.
you call me your butterfly and my head fills with honey; you say you love me. you call me your butterfly and suddenly i can’t help but melting when you look into my eyes. you call me your butterfly and suddenly i want you to be mine till our wings become soft and dissipate in the warm winds. you call me your butterfly and say we are going to fly around the world to see the black sky paradises and the nightshade blues. and all of the other hues. you say that even in death our love will last forever. you said that when you called me your butterfly child.
tell me i’m yours when we are all alone and maybe i’ll tell you you’re mine. tell me you love me when i rest my head on your chest. and maybe i’ll tell you i love you too tell me you need me when you run your hands through my hair while we lay in bed for the last time and maybe i’ll need you just as much. tell me you want me when you look into my eyes and maybe i’ll tell you i want you just as much.
butterflies don’t say maybe and neither do i. i’ll call you mine when we are alone. i’ll tell you i love you when i rest my head on your chest; feeling every one of your heartbeats and breaths. i’ll tell you i need you when you play with my hair; the smell of you lingers in my hair as i lay in bed dreaming of all of our time together. i’ll tell you i want you when i look into your eyes; for when i look into your eyes the wind stops blowing the sun stops shining and my mind stops thinking.
if you have to fly away that’s okay if know we promised to stay but sometimes is rains when it’s not supposed to and sometimes we pull flowers out of the ground just to see them die and change so i understand if the wind is going to blow you in a different direction but don’t forget about the days where we chased the sun and ended up talking to the moon and don’t forget about the picture-perfect memories where our smiles looked so big that no one would have guessed that we were not happy and don’t forget about all the nights we laid awake talking about the plans we had for ourselves and the plans we made together and don’t forget about every shock that you felt when my skin brushed up against yours.
you are my butterfly. eventually, we will come together and fly. for now, you can visit the black sky paradise and the nightshade blues and i’ll come one day and be with you.