Only for Myself

Black Butterfly

Flutter
flutter
all the way down,
just like
delicious
butter.
A black butterfly
crawls under
my skin
and burrows
deep within
a place under my stomach.
It seems to
settle
and I beg it
not to
mettle
with my mind.
I know why
I reject safety
and look at the sky
expecting something
horrid.
Black butterflies
are comfortable
and sordid
affairs
mean that I don't
deserve love.
Black butterfly
please leave my side,
don't torment me
go reside
in someone
else's hide
because
I am loved.