Butterflies (The Acceptance)

1 part proud, 1 part sad, 1 part ashamed of this poem. Butterflies...how much of a hippy can I be? Oh well. This is my poem....

Butterflies (The Acceptance)

For each moment that I have missed

Laying here in my solitary cave

Like a dog heart wormed by you

There have been thrice more

Of moments when I felt bliss

Those moment you gave me butterflies.

From our long ago, of his…and his…

To each long ago that ever had been

For each quiet break, crack, shatter

For the hysterical and the nightmarish

For the unreal and the unwanted

There was once the high

Of stomach butterflies

For each moment I am unmovable

I felt thrice the ecstasy

I will never regret all of those moments

I will never regret wet kisses

Late night wishes and whispers across the bed

I will never regret the hand held adventures

The world I experienced only with you

The twilight walks in wet grass

The piggy backs in the parking lots

Consuming sweet summer air 

I will never regret the me in us.

I will never regret the you 

That lingers in my brain

I will never regret.

So as I pull myself up off of the hot sheets

The mascara painted pillows

The shiver of acceptance down my spine

I wipe the last tears

Bear strong.

I will never regret the butterflies

As I move forward.

Best,
Anna Belle Lee