Happy Birthday To Me
The only reason I’d let something I love
go is if staying with me meant they’d
die in my hands. Like the time I stole
a butterfly and kept it in my house for
ten minutes. I watched it cluster on my
window net, fighting to flee. I wanted
it close, so I didn’t let it leave. I brought
in some plants, hoping it would stay,
but it refused to lean on them. The plants,
uprooted, had no time before they bled brown.
So I let the butterfly go. I opened the window
and watched its wings flap free. If I’d kept it,
it would have died. And if I let it die, then I
didn’t love it enough.
Now, if I wanted it back so badly, I wouldn’t just
steal it again. I’d create a garden first.
Happy Birthday to Me.
The Duchess of the deep bloom.
I hope I get everything I deserve.
Copyright © Tonye George | Year Posted 2025
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