The Butterflies
Maybe its not the way it should be... maybe that's what makes it beautiful!
When I see you in pain,
It’s as if a thousand butterflies have died in me.
It kills me to see you in pain
But it kills me even more knowing that I can’t take it all away.
I look deep into your eyes
searching for an escape,
An escape from this torment you’re being engulfed in
But I don’t see a way out,
I just seem to drift away in whatever is consuming you.
Sometimes it’s not the butterflies that make you realise that you’re in love,
It’s the pain from not receiving the same love back.
But I’m not scared about the possibility that you’ll love me back,
What if you do and your love will lack?
I didn’t want it to be this way,
It was perfect before; you and me, as friends.
But how can I control the feelings that I have for no-one but you?
Can you not see what you’re doing to me?
You’re killing the butterflies inside me,
and it may seem a bit crazy at first, but I love it.
A beautiful chaos...
Huma B
