The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

I want my heart to still,
to silence the echo of your name.
I want my ribs to unburden
the weight of love carved too deep.

If I could unfeel, I could unhurt.
If I could unlove, I could unbreak.
But wishes slip through trembling hands,
and prayers unravel in the wind.

One day, perhaps, you will step into my life
as easily as you step away.
We will fold into each other like pages in a book,
then tear apart at the spine,
It was never meant to be reread.

I can wish.
I can beg the stars to rewrite our fate.
But life is not kind with guarantees.
And love—love is never ours to command.

Ms.Butterfly Genesis