I’m a whirlwind inside of my head right now
And the butterflies in my stomach!
They need no urge to appear.
Their fluttering gives me life. It’s a sunshiny feeling, I swear
But then the brutish grey clouds eclipse my warm star of fantasy,
Their cold, cruel droplets of misery blur my vision,
I can feel them condense on my skin.
The last vestiges of my stability shivering.
It’s getting everywhere, it’s clogging my mind, clouding my reason
In torrents, overwhelming; my butterflies are terrified
And the butterflies know only too well –
They must rise above the clouds.
They try so hard, they really do
They are capable.
But somehow, instead, just as they reach the silver line,
Crossed wires spark a flame.
Five words uttered viciously send them into a frenzy again,
And somehow, instead, they just get stuck in that whirlwind.
I’m afraid of the rain.
Flung away harshly, disoriented, those beautiful butterflies
They’re lost, in a daze.
And they’re broken, they’ve lost their wings
And they’ve lost that charm, that sparkle, that grace
And no longer
Do they give me life.