I open the tattered book of yesterday,
Where familiar faces haunt every line—
A script of worn-out verses, repeated, unchanged.
Yet here I hold a pen of new resolve,
Gently erasing guilt with each fresh stroke.
I bid farewell not with anger but a soft promise,
That these characters, rooted in old ways,
Must learn to unbind—so I may turn the page.
Each word a quiet liberation,
Each pause an invitation to dawn’s uncharted light.
Ms. Butterfly Genesis
As widow's tears blend with the rain,
My heart whispers your name in vain.
Desire's flame burns, fierce and bright,
Yet shadows loom in love's dim light.
Beside you, blessings I seek to find,
A union of body, soul, and mind.
Yearning for the days of yore,
When minds entwined and spirits soared.
A gift divine, this sacred form,
Not to be taken by passion's storm.
A true man walks the path of heart,
Where love's deep roots take hold and start.
In the dance of past and present's embrace,
We seek the touch of a deeper grace.
To know each other beyond the skin,
Where the soul's journey truly begins.
Ms. Butterfly Genesis
A day full of anticipation.
Nervous.
Excitement but confusion because we need to think of anyone or anything else but the moment we shared.
They might’ve been selfish on both parts, but it was something that needed to happen because we both had to become one, at least for that moment in time.
The most devastating part for me was knowing and understanding that it was just a moment in time that we may not share again because of circumstances and in life.
The most amazing part for me was he was always able to see me beyond the chair and make me feel like that woman that has nothing wrong with her beyond what the world tries to make her feel like about herself.
His actions speak louder than any words his mouth could ever talk to her. His actions mean more to her than anything else because, with his actions, the world doesn’t seem like such a horrible place.
Ms. Butterfly Genesis
Anytime I think about the last time you and I spoke anytime, I think about the last time you and I said, Your voice becomes haunting to me because I had no idea that that would be the last time I would ever hear your voice, your laughter.
Like the rest of the world, I usually think things we have so much time to do or say how we truly feel about someone until we don’t have that time.
I thought we had more time to talk to me around each other I have plain old fun, but I was surprised that you were cheated out of seeing your boy’s become men.
Even though I shouldn’t be mad with God, I should be thanking him for allowing me to have met you and being grateful to have gotten the chance to have what I never thought would be our last girl talk.
It’s been unbearable to deal with the pain or wrap my head around the fact that you’re not here, and it’s been years already. You would think that I would have a better way of coping with it already, but in reality, I don’t. I miss my girl chat; we had so many plans.
As much as I would love to walk around with a sad face, the thought of you coming into my mind, I can’t. I know that’s not something you would want me to do anytime I think of you and bring a smile to my face and ring the whole flood of conversations that you and I had throughout the years that we’ve known each other and that we’ve been a part of each other’s lives.
It feels fantastic when I can speak about you in the present tense, like if you were just on some vacation. So, you’re coming back soon because that’s what it feels like to me, you on this long-ass vacation, and eventually, I will see you again, and I hope and pray that your ass excited as I would be when I see you again.
Life has been rough without you and what I hate the most is I can’t pick up the phone and call you and talk to you about what’s going on; you would be surprised, but then again, you wouldn’t be surprised if that makes sense. So, hopefully, they’ll see you as you’re reading this from heaven.
Time hasn’t made anything easier but any of us, but I can only speak for myself. I miss you like hell, and I can’t keep telling them on a piece of paper how much I miss you and not be able to say to you physically how much I miss you because they’re up in heaven looking down at the mess that world as becoming since you have been gone.
There are not many ways I can tell you that I miss you, but I do miss you like crazy part of me is jealous that you’re not here, and then the other part of me is glad that you’re not here because you’re no longer in pain and you’re finally resting.
I know I would be one of Many always telling me I need to take it easy, take better care of myself.
Stop doing this, stop doing that, and the only thing you tell me is I will rest the day I die.
I will get so pissed at you because I wanted you here forever, But I know then nothing is forever, and no one is supposed to be here forever, but you’re just one of those people besides my lovely grandmother that I wish could’ve stayed here forever.
I miss you, big head, most of all. I miss the girl chat. I will always love you; love this is not a word love is an Emotion, and I’m grateful that you loved me the way you did and accepted me even with my craziness.
I love you.
Ms. Butterfly Genesis
It’s been two years since the last time we said goodbye I have no idea what to say or how to feel that you don’t already know or haven’t seen for yourself since you’ve left us.
Two years and it seems like it was yesterday that everyone that you ever loved or ever touched in the special he was there saying their goodbyes and me whispering, I love you hoping that you would’ve heard those words coming from me.
I needed you to listen to those words coming from my mouth because I didn’t want you to feel like you were alone.
As your body was getting ready to leave the physical world, my only concern was letting you know how much I loved you and how much I was going to miss you.
I know you have no choice in how or when you decide to leave us.
But, still, I do want you to know something our lives will never be the same because you were the glue that held a lot of us together.
Now that we no longer have you, it feels like it’s time we fall apart because you were. I will comment denominator, but now we don’t have a common denominator that was you.
Two years and I’m still wondering if that hole that you left in my mother’s heart will ever be filled again, and will she ever be the same person she was before you left.
She puts on a brave face because that’s all she’s knows because she refuses to show pain.
What can I tell you about myself in the past two years that you haven’t been here? My personal life is a hot mess, but knowing you would smile and giggle and tell me when you will get a boyfriend.
As you laugh, my only response would be Guy, way too much trouble; I’d rather be alone, and Knowing you, you would have agreed with me and told me not to waste my time to focus on walking.
Of course, I will smile back and say I will, and you were Giggle.
My personal life is not something to be spoken for.
But, still, everything else that I wanted to do as far as blogging YouTube being it’s going pretty well, and I’m proud of myself, and I know you would be proud of me too because I’m finally doing something for me I wish you were around to see it all.
I miss you every day, every hour, every minute. I no longer know how to say I miss you.
Grandma 👵
Ms. Butterfly Genesis 🇩🇴
I did not understand your value as a person and mother until I no longer had you to fight with or talk to.
I just saw you as someone who always tried to define who I should be and what I should be in life instead of accepting me for who I was and loving me as your loving daughter.
Now that you’re no longer here in the physical world with me, all I desire is a simple argument or just a simple I love you to make my pain just a little bit better. I wish my heart and heart could and should be on the same page, but sadly, they’re not.
My head understands that pain is a part of everyone growing pain, but the heart struggles to understand why you and why pain needs to be a part of my growing pain.
I feel like if I had allowed myself more time with you, we could have learned so much from each other.
I feel right now that I blink and open up my eyes, and I am saying bye.
Ms. Butterfly Genesis
Anytime things get tough, she finds herself contemplating when things were pretty not smooth but smooth enough to make her feel like she was at home.
She finally was able to say something that she hasn’t been able to communicate in years, and that was the fact that she never knew true happiness until things Disappeared, and she’s never been the same since.
She wants to be that girl that loved it loved harder than anything else that she ever did in her life.
She contributes to where she’s at today, and she acknowledges it. Still, it’s not enough to Acknowledge her wrongdoings when the other damage part can’t see I can’t recognize that she is taking full responsibility for contributing to her not feeling like herself or feeling safe.
She wants to go home, but she knows she doesn’t deserve to go home because once there’s a crack in the foundation of what you try to build, there’s no rebuilding; this is moving forward.
No one should want to rebuild on a broken foundation; everything built on should be brand new, so we know and understand that everything we are about to put on this foundation can over stand all the weight we are trying to place on this new foundation.
Home is safe.
Home is laughter.
Home is Love.
Home isn’t about being judged.
Home should have been wherever he was because he held her heart.
Home takes time to build it doesn’t happen overnight home takes time to make it doesn’t happen overnight, so be patient and work your most complex, so neither one misses out on something significant like a beautiful home within each other. So be patient and work your hardest so neither one misses out on something meaningful like a beautiful home within each other.
Ms. Butterfly Genesis
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