The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

I wish I could talk to you—
Or more than that.
Not just words,
but the ache behind them.
It’s out there now,
for the world to see.
But you?
You never saw me.

I wish you understood
where I came from—
How the noise, the fighting,
could’ve quieted
If you’d just listened.
If you’d just heard me
Before I had to write it down.

So I use this pen,
this paper,
this pulse,
to bleed what I couldn’t say.
And maybe you’ll never read it.
Maybe you’ll never know.

But I need you to know—
I was grateful.
I saw the things you did.
I held them.
I carry them still.

Maybe I broke your heart.
But I didn’t shatter it.
I chose to live.
And I’m sorry—
But not sorry—
that I chose a life
That made sense to me.

Now it’s out there.
For the world to see.
For me to finally be.

By: Ms. Butterfly Genesis