Summer Butterflies

What follows is a poem, but please allow me a bit of navel-gazing and reflection before we get into the work itself.

"Summer Butterflies" is a poem that details the emotional content of my relationship with a particular person. It is, broadly speaking, the culmination of nearly two years of experience. Because my relationship with the person has not yet ended, the possibility of additional stanzas being added at some point in the future is a very real one. In this way, "Summer Butterflies" is a work in progress.

Because Blogger is being a real asshole about preserving my indents, and the indents are very important to this poem, I'm providing a link to the poem here. Additionally, if you don't like clicking on links, I'm embedding the poem in the post as well, though I don't really care for how tiny it is.

Poem

This poem is dedicated to someone very important.

Poem:

My love was once a fire pure

Burning hot and clean.

Now the signal's slick with smoke

From oil and gasoline

I've seen a lot of bridges burned

By my consuming fire.

And watched each girl I've loved become

Impurities on the pyre.

But all the while through each heart break

My soul continues singing.

And it beats on, my wounded heart

Though every cut keeps stinging.

As I look forward, I cannot see

An end to loss and yearning.

But though the smoke grows thick and black

I'll keep this fire burning.