Poetry On Odyssey: Butterfly
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Poetry On Odyssey: Butterfly

Often by my lonesome my ideas and inside thoughts take me to a very dark place.

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Poetry On Odyssey: Butterfly
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Growth brings knowledge and power, diamonds are made under pressure and butterfly's are preserved in a cocoon, hidden from the world for weeks to unleash a beautiful site to see, vibrant colors, precious and delicate. My point is that some of the worlds most valued, appreciated things overcame and underwent extreme circumstances for the great outcome. Never fail to realize you are just the same.

Butterfly

I'm complicated, a contradiction, slight mystery.
I'm outgoing and have a natural positivity and glow, yet awkward and often feel like I've messed up.

I reiterate everything, in response that no one will understand my sometimes scattered, hypothetical thoughts. I'm a hopeless romantic with the hope that there is still true love. Artistic in many ways and I enjoy the smaller things in life more than the finer things.

I overthink everything and make things complicated because I'm complicated. I'm chess or maybe even scrabble. I take practice and patience.

I'm weird and I'm beginning to learn to love it. I sometimes deal with depression but I always find a way to come back out on top. Not everyone has been so gentle so my trust is fucked, but for some odd reason, I trust you.

I trust that this is more than temporary forevers and lust, that this will linger and eventually whole entirely consume us, in too deep we can't turn away now. When you see me I want you to see no one else, that you could have anyone but there is something so special about me that you're intrigued, invested and attracted more than sex.

When you look me in my eyes understand the tears that have been wept. I hold everything in because of the fear that no one will hear. I realize sometimes I'm near to self-destruction but I seem to always know how to pull it back together.

Outgoing and crazy with maybe too much clarity but my love is so strong like an Anaconda it can kill. Overpowering like spicy lime some like it and some don't. I've learned I'm not for everyone but I still remind myself I'm someone.

Often by my lonesome my ideas and inside thoughts take me to a very dark place. Laced by life I spin out of control, equilibrium off balance I'm a total mess up. Outspoken about my opinion and not afraid to stand up.

Honesty is my best policy but it puts me in more harm than good. I've noticed most can't take the heat and often run far away. Often misunderstood and give the wrong impression but the true real me is a whole different person.

My heart is pure and often too full. Tired of life's heat as I keep feeling beat. Beat to the ground black and blue, left with no clue of how to change the pattern.

Very little know the real me, but there's way more saying they know me, that they know my tendencies and feelings. I never was given an option or a choice, I always made decisions off of what I had to do. See the difference in a decision and a choice.

You took away my voice unable to sing or scream, cry and only hide. You lied and in return I had to stay on the ride, feeling all your tides. Low and high making me feel like I was ready to fly, no more flies only butterflies and beautiful clear skies.

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