She, a butterfly against the walls of my mind
Wings stretched to their fullest
Back towards me
Colors and hues I’ve never witnessed
Soft to the touch
Radiance that leaves a powdery residue once she’s in flight
She’s slow but her crooked direction makes her hard to catch
Graceful in her chaos
She’s within sight but her eyes are facing forward and she cannot see what is behind her;
Me.
I recreate my own form
changing as the shape of her takes on a new appearance
Love is like this
If her flight pattern is any indication of the rocky road ahead than she surely gave me an insight to life with her
Rumble tumble breathe and choke
I come up for air only to find I was never submerged
But the fluid of my thoughts and actions
Have slowly started to pull me under
To a place where lines are blurry
The temperature is always changing and the sun is mistaken for a …..
Description is useless as the ups and down are unpredictable
Years spent looking for a pattern proves futile as well
All is as all was
And I am deciding that those places were never as warm as they were cold
I am surrounded by love
That has always been my blessing
And I give it as much as I know how
But I know she’s thinking she wishes that I didn’t give it out the way I should give it to her
And her only-
