Something Bout Her: Poems of Love

20. Butterfly Lesson

There's something bout her that echoes in the night, A whisper of mystery, a gentle guiding light.

It was just the first day without her near,
Craving her presence, my heart filled with fear.
I promised her I wouldn't reach out,
Yet doubt clouded my mind, filled with doubt.

I asked her friend to wish her a merry Christmas,
Stuck between keeping a promise or risking the distance.
During exams, her thoughts haunted my mind,
Concentration elusive, with her love left behind.

How did I end up hurting the one I adore?
It felt like having her blood on my hands, a painful core.
I wanted to apologize, to mend the broken heart,
But the silence between us kept tearing me apart.

I hated myself for causing her pain,
My soul crushed under the emotional strain.
Breakdowns became my constant companion,
As I struggled to understand this disunion.

I broke the promise, reached out in despair,
Unable to let go, needing her there.
I tried to accept, to move on, to heal,
But nothing worked, the wound too real.

I wonder if I've learned this lesson too late,
About holding precious things with a gentle fate.
Like children with butterflies, who hold too tight,
Not to harm, but to keep close in their sight.

I held her too closely, extinguishing the light.

The lesson, clear now, echoes through the pain,
That love needs space, not chains to restrain.
Most learn this early, like children with care,
Capturing beauty, yet unaware of the snare.

Now, I reflect on this painful refrain,
Learning that love needs space, not chains.
Too late, I see the truth so clear,
I lost her by holding on too dear.