i love them anyway
“it’s crazy how the warning signs can feel like butterflies.” - Halsey
little blue butterflies, wings patterned in a scarlet red design—mother nature’s blueprint—impressive contrast. symmetrical content that mesmerized my heart.
even my brain, so often in haste with the taste my heart hungered for, was drawn to these little insect bred fairies that never always wanted out—until they, too, needed to see you in the flesh.
the blue my genes knew—the melancholia passed on to the components of these small faeries I dedicate my love too. but the blood red dripping off their arms of flight, my genes shuttered at.
taking a closer glance, this design was in reality, damage. these wounded wings—evidence of internal injury:
evidence of your genes: a burning red warnings hungry for my heart.