Bright colours, broken wings,
Endless stories he hides within.
Not with love, nor with care,
A little flair, do you dare?
Appearances upheld too strong,
Not because staring too deep is wrong.
Yet so poise, so delicate to touch,
He just wants to find someone, my lucky hunch.
With a threaded needle they poke and slither,
And embroider his preferred picture.
Then say they know his virtues all too well,
Only to turn away when he doesn't look like their tell.
They told me that it's all but a legend, a story to recite,
There's no need to put my heart out on sleeves.
The only warning? "Don't stare, don't shout, don't feel, don't cry."
But instead he looked me in the eye and told me to believe.
One after the other, I caged the tiny butterflies,
All since I heard he sent them for me.
To hold, to feel but of course it was a lie,
Because when he came for me, he set them free.
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