Something Broken

My Butterfly

I have a butterfly
He is too beautiful for this harsh world
Elegant, brilliant, vibrant, pure
His wings the color of the sunset and his eyes holding the moon and stars

But summer breeze is turning colder
My butterfly can't fly with ice on the horizon
He is stuck now in a land of despair

The trees are dying and his friends are leaving
The flowers are disappearing and his once light wings now pull him down
The stars in his eyes are burning out and he wonders if this apocalypse is his fault

I've told my butterfly that it isn't a punishment against him
That the cold isn't his fault
But now the cold isn't just what is around him
It lives inside his mind

My butterfly was once pure
He used to be full of vibrancy and life
Now he hates to fly and hates himself
My butterfly is losing his will

My butterfly didn't come to see me today
I fear that cold winds and icy thoughts have stolen his light

My butterfly was broken by the cold nights and his wings clipped by self-loathing
My butterfly has done unto himself what the cold breeze did to his wings
And now he's gone