The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

The Silence Between Us

I know what I should’ve, could’ve done,
but didn’t—not from lack of wanting,
but from believing you should’ve known
what I needed without the words.

You weren’t born a mind reader,
just as I wasn’t—but still,
I thought I saw your needs first,
mistaking sacrifice for understanding.

Truth be told, no one was heard,
no one was met—
we were tangled in passion,
so hungry for the closeness
we forgot the conversation,
forgot the foundation
of leaning on each other.

So when I broke,
when I whispered for help,
your hands didn’t reach me—
not because you didn’t want to,
but because I had never held your asks,
only your body, never your voice.

Love is not just presence,
not just touch,
not just a promise left unspoken.
It is communication,
compromise,
compassion—
the quiet understanding
that turns two into one.

And no matter how many times
I apologize,
words won’t mend what was shattered,
but I understand now.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis