The Fading Butterfly ; a poem

her

i touched my chest and dug my nails in my palm,

feeling my heart pound fast and

lstening to it scream your name

wanting you to hear it,

even if you're gone and far away.

you’re like a beautiful butterfly

the moment you passed by,

i was captivated

and as you fly away,

i wanted to follow.

but no, I can’t…

no matter how I try,

no matter how fast I run,

no matter how high I jump,

i can't touch your wings

because I'm not a butterfly like you.

i called for you,

you turned your head for a second

and with a small smile on your lips,

you said, "don't wait for me."

your words,

is like holding a rose with thorns,

until you come back

i won’t let go of that rose

even if it hurts…

I’ll still hold it and endure the pain

without even knowing why.