your cold eyelashes
fluttered against my cheek,
tears dripped salty liquid onto my lips.
you were like a butterfly,
beautiful and free -
once a locked up caterpillar,
limited to leaves on trees,
bushes and the flowing grass.
you'd long forgotten
how you'd persevered,
not once acknowledging
how truly strong you are,
once a caterpillar,
now a butterfly
flying in the distance,
far away from me.
but i will follow,
at a distance enough to hide,
but close enough
to catch you when you fall
and show you just how beautiful
you've become.
YOU ARE READING
the fear of being loved
Poetrya collection of poems about the ins and outs of loving yourself and someone else, sometimes at the same time. from my seven day writing challenge on my instagram.
