On Mondays, I longed for the weekend yet again,
to witness your magnificence;
our ballet amidst the flowers and my resulting effervescence;
with a desire to hold you from behind,
delivering a surprise of my presence.
uh-oh! don't mistake this for a cliché on my old lover,
it's an ode to the animal of my spirit, I uncover.
for its elegance was a treat to my eyes;
its flight fluctuating in gravity, what a smart sight;
and oh those wings brought so much colour to my drab Sunday life, I'd tell my father, let's go catch butterflies!
and now that I think about it, all I want is to apologise.
For I instilled fear in its might and caution in its flight.
i feel like it today, everyday,
vulnerability in beauty scares me.
I feel the same scare when I hear footsteps from behind and the trauma I'd imbibe.
I'm sorry,
I'm so sorry when I made you flutter in fright, your inability to speak assumed as consent despite.
I'm sorry, to have kept you captive for even as small as a second, pausing your liberty at that moment present.
I'm so sorry, to have felt your wing, I wish you could punch me and tightly sting.
I'm sorry to have made you regret, viewing beauty as a sin,
I feel the same sometimes,
cause you're my sole twin;
my spirit animal
i'm so sorry-
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