I am a girl,

your girl.

I am a human,

not a butterfly.

So why

am I changing

so drastically?

You are a boy

the boy I love.

You say,

I do.

It’s like I’m a caterpillar

in a cage.

You keep feeding me.

You constantly watch me,

until I

change.

As you watch me

hide in my cocoon,

I turn into something.

I turn into a butterfly.

Butterflies are not bad,

but they are different,

much different.

I’m a girl

who has changed

for you,

the boy I love.

Not because I

wanted to,

but because I

had to,

because I knew that

becoming a butterfly

is something you

probably wanted me

to do.

Even though

I don’t like my new self,

even though

I hated metamorphosis,

even though

You hurt me so bad,

I am still a girl,

your girl.

But now as the one

you’ve always wanted.

You are still a boy,

the boy I love.

If I really was a caterpillar,

I’d let you force me

into metamorphosis

like the way you forced me

to change,

just to stay with you

forever.

Because even If

I am not the girl you love,

You are

the boy I love.