BUTTERFLY- DON'T FLY

    You flutter your alluring wings and rest on my finger. It is indeed beautiful to see you grow from a caterpillar to a breathtaking butterfly. I carefully examine you; motionless so that you stay. (Although, I am afraid you might slip away- if I hold too tight). You need not do anything, just stay here, by my side, to make me happy when I am not.

 Be there for me, because I am your equivalent. I am fragile. I snap when someone holds too tight, but on other days, I try. Not everything that falls breaks; you flew and watching you fly has been a blessing to me. Seeing you flutter your colorful wings has given me the feeling of euphoria.

 So please stay there for me. The painful truth is that a day will come when your wings shatter and you are no more, but please let me shatter first. Let me tear myself then you can fly away. You try to escape, but I grip harder than before. I'm sorry. I'd rather let you go than tear you apart.

Watching you stay even when I let go, finally makes me smile.