Memoirs of the Night

Red Butterflies

I met you in the season of the fall—

The season to be enthralled 

And like the leaves that fell from the branches 

I, too, fell helplessly in love

For weeks, I've lived among the clouds 

My feelings blinded me from my doubts; 

The butterflies in my stomach kept me satiated 

But starved for the idea of love

The attention you gave me deepened my hunger for love 

But little did I know you did it out of compassion; 

I ignored the blaring red signs 

And set myself to commit to you

However, when you put an effort to know who I was 

I felt the walls I've tried so hard to build crumbling 

And I found myself afraid to bare everything— 

Afraid you'd hate me for who I was

And so, I kept my feelings at bay 

But always had the urge of declaration; 

I strived to stir inspiration within you 

To let you see the beauty of life

And as I walked the path of knowing you 

I realized the depth of my love for you; 

The pits of the ocean aren't too deep to compare 

And the sky isn't too high to be a match

And yet that very same love I held in my heart 

Slowly turned into fear— 

Your intensifying voice imprinted in my mind; 

Triggering unpleasant memories that I desperately concealed

The butterflies in my stomach caused my heart to bleed 

Painting them red like the blaring signals I unconsciously hid 

They teared me up to thousand pieces

Causing my idea of love to be distorted

My love dwindled as I trembled to your rage; 

And I knew I had to let the red butterflies out of the cage 

But it seemed like these little ones would linger in the pits 

For I long lost the key, the moment my heart took a hit