The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

Under the vinyl moon, I whisper:
“Is it love or just a hunger for the ghost of you?”

In the silent corners of my heart,
memories echo and collide—
a soft, desperate longing
tangled with the ache of what will never be.

Am I a prisoner of endless questions,
an overthinker adrift in a sea of might-have-been?
Or does every pulse and tear
speak of love too deep to be confined?

In the quiet aftermath of yearning,
I search for liberation between each breath—
a promise of renewal
even as I surrender pieces of myself.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis