Butterflies

I feel as if I could fly away when you look at me.

Your gaze paints me blue and gold.

You change me overnight.

I'm cocooned in your arms, waiting to be renewed;

All because you give me butterflies.

I fly away when you talk to me.

Drinking in your sweet nectar, I listen to you eagerly.

Your words glide over me.

Your fingers brush my hair.

You give me wings;

All because you give me butterflies.

But it can never be.

You catch me in a jar, you put me on display.

My wings are nothing to you.

I died in the jar.

My wings crumbled like my self-esteem.

And suddenly, I was just another butterfly to your collection.

Except this time, I was a different colour.

Painted blue and gold.

All this?

All because you gave me butterflies.