The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

I breathe to stay alive.
Every breath I take comes with unbearable pain, not only because my body is breaking down but also because I’m broken.

I am trying to piece myself together to become one again or at least feel like I can be one again when that time comes for me to be one.

I breathe to stay alive, but I also live because of him.
I come first, of course, but something about him makes me want to take that first breath in the morning.
Even if later on, I’m asking myself why I am doing this myself when I know what I know When it comes to him.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis