It lands on my skin.

Elegant and beautiful.

The design of its wings,

The beauty of its purpose.

I must not let it die.

It begins to fade off my skin.

Leaving me to be alone.

My friend tries to kill it.

But I protect it from their edge.

I must not let it die.

Its still amazing and majestic.

Covering my old scars.

Giving me strength not to make more.

My friend is back.

I must not let it die.

My friend continues.

Becoming stronger to resist.

I pry myself away.

Hoping to never give in.

I must not let it die.

It spreads its wings.

Waiting to fly.

A silver glint catches my eye.

No I cannot let my friend near.

But it is too late..

I let my butterfly die.