It fluttered around so whimsically,

Blue and beautiful,

glimmering.

It promised me something.

something happy, something i didn’t have before

Something I desperately wanted

I didn’t know what it was

But I took it anyways.

My hand reached out to the pretty butterfly.

It perched on my arm,

And it stung me.

Happiness is what I wanted, but I take it anyways.

The more pain i feel

The more tears that fall

The more and more as I reach out to that beautiful butterfly

To sting me,

To make it sting less,

And I take it anyways.

Now, all I see is blue.

It's all over me

Blocks my vision

Clouds my thoughts

And I don't reach out to the butterfly anymore

But it stings me anyways.