Say what you will about my inexperience,
But it cannot be denied
That you have resuscitated the poetry in me,
Making it come back stronger than ever.
Where once it existed as a caterpillar,
Dismissed as nothing special,
You changed it.
Making it blossom, transforming it
Into a butterfly,
Whose effect reaches great distances.
You have blessed me with the artistry I had given up on,
Allowing the butterfly you created
To touch the marked souls of other creative minds.
How can such an effect be any less than
Even a small representation of the hold you have on my being?
Consider this, put together with the way you expand my heart, and
Captivate my mind, the front subject of nearly every thought,
The background ideal of all the others.
You have consumed every corner of my soul,
A soul that is far too sick and beaten down for you to touch.
So fulfill our destiny in the only way you can,
Detach my soul from this vessel,
And I will know peace.
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Lost
PoetryWe all get lost sometimes. Take this journey with me, because we may be lost, but we don't have to do it alone. *Trigger Warning*
