The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

Whatever you saw in me one day, I wish you could still know that about me.
So I could believe in what we once had just because I don’t want my heart holding on to anything that might not be there.

I want to feel like that woman who caught the man’s eye that she could not stand because he thought he had so much swag.

You need to make me feel like that woman who was able to feel a billion butterflies; the only way she could handle being around him was to look away from him once in a Blue Moon.

So it would not be so apparent that she was into him and that he could have a standing chance if he played his cards right.

The only way she could feel that way was to find it within himself to become that person; my eyes once became glued too.

So I understand that it takes two to go and come back from what we were.
Ms. Butterfly Genesis�