Butterfly...

Butterfly...

there you go, flapping your wings on my spirit, setting it free in your cage

Butterfly, why don't you kiss yourself sweetly on the inside
instead, I keep seeing you
jab yourself
trying to
stab yourself into life.

Butterfly, remember
that first time I kissed you in a crowd full of music and drunks?
and I was free
and I was jealous
of you being free

that kiss, well
tomorrow, I guess, all I have are your memories in a jar
suffocating me when I remember
that I'm just barely
a woman at all.

I'm just a shell of a cocoon,
caught in your hands

Maybe we can open the jar and sigh,
fly            high            free
butterfly
free
when you hold me close
and all I can hear is your broken heart
beating

1/1/2005