The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

Today is one of those days where he is overpowering my thoughts with the thoughts of a damn; I wish I could hear his voice.

His voice could calm my anxiety in my brain or just the desire my body feels for him.

I chose not too long ago to no longer be that broken record of saying I am not long going to speak to you again and never being strong enough to follow through because I would allow my heart to hear what my love was.

As much as my heart would feel full because of his voice as that power, I wouldn’t do it.

For once, I don’t want to come up short; I need to come through with something in my life.

I love him and will always love him. I love myself more, and my needs and wants are essential.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis