the deceit of butterflies

my biggest fear is realizing i was wrong all along

trusting too much has always been a fault of mine

i ache all over

like a fever from childhood i never learned to get over

it’s the colors of a painting too tough to describe

warm like songline butterflies

that creep through my veins

they burn every time i think of them

i don’t think i know my own body

that’s the scariest feeling of all

it’s praying to all of the saints that hang on my mothers neck

begging them to remove the thorns from my face that scratch my securities away

but what obligation do they have to someone who doesn’t even know their name

lost causes we cannot even fathom to change

 

the butterflies won’t be returning this summer

i’m always left wondering how they manage to spread their wings so wide

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