Butterfly Wing

When I think of our friendship,
I think of a butterfly wing.
So beautiful and delicate,
Tying me to my very being.

But then I think of the storms,
Tearing us apart.
But we're so strong,
How is it possible to rip out my heart?

We rock back and forth,
Barely holding on,
Only knowing one thing,
This is right, definitively not wrong.

But sometimes,
The voices in my head,
Persuade me maybe it's better to quit...
Then my heart tells me to hit my head to a bed.

My mind sometimes gets the better of me,
Seeing the flaw in it all.
Making me think...
Maybe it's better to avoid the fall.

But then I see your face,
Your beautiful smile.
It keeps me here,
At least for a little while.

~*~*~*~

The story behind: My friend and I were sitting down on the curb and we were silent... we had been fighting for a while and we, honestly, did not know what to talk about. We then notice a dead butterfly on the ground... I tease my friend into touching it and then she says that we should take each of its wings as a memory. I think it's a great idea and we do.

We compare it to our friendship.

Me: it's fragile and beautiful... and so close to the brink...

Ali: it's beautiful and eternal.

We both wrote a poem about the wing! LOOK HER UP! That's Ali Stoddard! (:

Anyway, thank you for reading my poem!