The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

to: the version of you I used to need
sent: never
written: with a whole heart

Unbelievable how scary it was at times.
But today, I smiled. Not nervously. Not out of habit. Just a smile that warmed my heart and soul.

I don’t know when it happened.
I don’t know how.
I don’t even know why.
But I finally detached myself from what I once thought was impossible.

You lived under my skin.
I used to find comfort in that—like knowing you were there meant I was safe.
I was in love with you.
Or the idea of being in love.

Back then, I didn’t know how to love myself.
So when you came into my life, loving you was effortless.
Because all the love I should’ve poured into me…
I gave it to you.

And now?
Now I’m learning to reclaim it.
To pour it back into me.
I want to love myself as the main character, not as a backup plan.

This isn’t bitterness.
It’s clarity.
It’s peace.
It’s me, finally choosing me.

By: Ms. Butterfly Genesis