poetry

Metamorphosis

I only ask you don’t burn this one-
This bridge is needed to get home,
Or at least to show me the way back…
But you don’t care,
Not about before.
You could spend your whole life
Holding on to close friends and
Your holiday lovers so if anybody talks of me
You can tell them I am a butterfly-
I know I’ve changed,
Yes, I’m aware I’m not the same,
I also feel the empty space-
But if you say I miss you,
I’ll find a way to cover up
How you mixed our words;
I will fly away so my feet
Don’t touch the
Ground.

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