kouject

I do not live in a toy box
So you can drag me out whenever you want
And play with me.
Time does not stop for me
When you aren’t on the other end of the phone line—
Every minute you wait is the same sixty seconds for me.
I am not the virgin princess
Who swoons at the sight of your name on Caller ID. No—
I am the butterfly
A heart as beautiful and delicate as my wings.
You’ve tired of my iridescent wings—they’re familiar, too familiar.
For ages, I danced around your head, flitted by your ear, and rested on your cheek
And you loved it.
But now, since I am always no more than a button push away, you don’t give me a second look. You know I will always be there, because I’ve sworn it.
I may not be a monarch, but I am worthy of being admired.
So if you want to keep me, you might want to look deeper than my wings
For there are many who would keep me and cherish me and never cause me to cry
Many, many more.
No more burgundy skies.
I will not rest on your cheek.
My prince has failed me, and I shall fall in flaming glory to my spiteful, single death
In a pair of pants, my head held high, with no tears of regret or sorrow for you
But for the time that I spent thinking of you, when you had forgotten me.

I have a burning desire to be single again. Discuss.