I Was Told

I was told

when you came to me -

when you landed on my chest,

as a beautiful moth,

that it was You.

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(I thought You were a butterfly)

with your straw-like mouth,

with your big fuzzy eyes,

and your orange and licorice wings.

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You crawled all the way up

to the base of my neck

and stayed there for a while,

until I started talking shit.

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You took your little legs

and stomped on my mouth -

taking My words with You

as You flew into the trees.

I never saw You again.

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I was angry.

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I was sad.

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That you stayed as a butterfly

and not as my Dad.