Flight of The Butterfly

I forgot that you hate me

I misread your text and got happy

Maybe this breakup will end well

Maybe we don't have to be stranger

Maybe you are not as bad

But I was wrong

I am still your horrible wench

Your destroyer of happiness

I still don't deserve basic decency

I am still the unmentionable 

And I cry in my angst

Not wanting to see you in bad light

Not wanting to purge our good memories

Not wanting to be disgusted by you

Not wanting to be treated this why

So I wrote long letters

Telling you you owe me so much

That what you have right now is what we build together

Shouting what a horrible immature person you are

That I deserve to be treated better

Yet I deleted them. All of them.

Why should I care anymore?

Of how you feel? Of how you see me?

What will it do for me anyway?

I don't need you to validate me

It really doesn't matter

You are the one who choose to live

With anger and angst and loath

You are the one who choose to see

Me as enemy and not as friend

And I am just here sipping my tea

Future is bright and beautiful

Like the sunny day outside my window

Like the loving messages inside my phone

Like laugh and the smile etched on my face

The butterflies will fly again

They will die in their short life span

And new ones will emerge from the eggs

The flowers will still bloom for them

And the world will still be pretty

Let the butterflies fly.