red and blue;

nodus tollens- the realization that the "it" of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore; to realize that blue is beautiful and red is beautiful- but purple is not for you.

you call me your butterfly;

your little butterfly child

with my weak bones,

weak skin

and a weak heart.

you call me your butterfly

and my head fills with honey; you say you love me.

you call me your butterfly

and suddenly i can’t help but melting

when you look into my eyes.

you call me your butterfly

and suddenly i want you to be mine

till our wings become soft and dissipate in the warm winds.

you call me your butterfly

and say we are going to fly around the world

to see the black sky paradises

and the nightshade blues.

and all of the other hues.

you say that even in death

our love will last forever.

you said that when you called me your butterfly child.

tell me i’m yours when we are all alone

and maybe i’ll tell you you’re mine.

tell me you love me when i rest my head on your chest.

and maybe i’ll tell you i love you too

tell me you need me when you run your hands through my hair

while we lay in bed for the last time

and maybe i’ll need you just as much.

tell me you want me when you look into my eyes

and maybe i’ll tell you i want you just as much.

butterflies don’t say maybe

and neither do i.

i’ll call you mine when we are alone.

i’ll tell you i love you when i rest my head on your chest;

feeling every one of your heartbeats and breaths.

i’ll tell you i need you when you play with my hair;

the smell of you lingers in my hair

as i lay in bed dreaming of all of our time together.

i’ll tell you i want you when i look into your eyes;

for when i look into your eyes

the wind stops blowing

the sun stops shining

and my mind stops thinking.

if you have to fly away that’s okay

i know we promised to stay

but sometimes it rains when it’s not supposed to

and sometimes we pull flowers out of the ground

just to see them die and change

so i understand if the wind is going to blow you in a different direction

but don’t forget about the days where we chased the sun

and ended up talking to the moon

and don’t forget about the picture-perfect memories

where our smiles looked so big

that no one would have guessed that we were not happy

and don’t forget about all the nights we laid awake

talking about the plans we had for ourselves

and the plans we made together

and don’t forget about every shock

that you felt when my skin brushed up against yours.

you are my butterfly.

eventually, we will come together and fly.

for now, you can visit the black sky paradise

and the nightshade blues

and i’ll come one day

and be with

you.