Dedicated to someone.

A fragile broken wing
On a helpless butterfly

I swept you in my net
As you descended from the sky

I claimed you as my own
And pinned you to a board

So you could only dream
Of those skies where you once soared

I told myself you liked it there
Being my flawless prize

And you tried at first to make it so
But fear disowns disguise

I saw your torn wings struggle
But I turned my selfish head

I wanted to keep you for myself
But you hated me instead

One day, I unpinned your wings
And you took again to flight

You flit between each flower
And I grimace at the sight

For, as you move on to brighter skies
I stay shut away

I wanted to keep you from the others
But couldn't make you stay

Oh, butterfly, if you could know
How lovely you are

You'll forget my net and stray no more
Aim for a flower far

When I grow up.

Maybe one day I'll be a soldier
But there's a catch, death scares me so

Or possibly a grade school teacher
But there's so much that I don't know

I could try to be a doctor
But those families, I could not face

Musician is always an option
But my fingers lack the needed grace

I could give therapist a go
But I'd be as confused as they

Or on a whim, become a priest
But I've forgotten how to pray

I'd love to be a ballerina
Save for the fact that I can't dance

I want to be someone to love
But I can't give myself that chance.

Rose.

That tempting rose.
Such lustful petals.
Dew-laced leaves.
Sensuous aroma.
Resplendent hue.

But beware
The prick of its deceitful thorns.

OMG.

OMGursoawesome,besties4ever<33loveu
And u
And u
And u
And u.

It seems to me as though the value of that word has cheapened.

Is love now simply a way to claim another?
Are friends just a thing to be collected, trophies of flesh and blood?

We are all caught up in this whirlwind desire to belong.
I myself am guilty.
Each of us, convicted of the same desire.
To be loved.