You stole my thoughts and turned them into words.

My pain was so real, your voice went unheard.

You needed so much more than I could ever be.

My damaged heart longed to remain free.

You held me too tightly and like sand in your fist I gently blew away.

My cocoon was stopping my growth, my metamorphosis was incomplete. 

You were a beautiful pollenating flower withering in Spring's infinite heat.

My wings expanded and a butterfly emerged; confident, inquisitive, ready for the world to see.

"Farewell," I shouted.

And your reply was, "Looks like our love was not meant to be."

@2012 Writingvixen