I know a girl who is like a butterfly, all free and wild, like a creature who smells all the flowers.

The speckles of a butterfly

Reminding me of the freckles that line her cheeks

They are short lived these creatures

Butterflies lack the abilities to survive

Doomed from the start by there lifespans

But, the shortness is spent in delight

Getting to smell the buds of roses

Feasting on the nectar

She lives the same

But quite contrary, my love

I envy simple creature

Those who get to live unharmed

Whilst the rest of us are meant to suffer

Living long miserable lives

Dearest love of mine

We’re both complex

Hard to decipher

We’d argue if we’d ever marry

I fear that our love is fleeting

Much like the butterfly

But, this wisp of passsion

It intoxicates me

With her sugary words

Every word laced with poison

I’ve always loved butterflies