Becoming Beautiful

He said he’d patiently watch me-
become beautiful

And when I come out of my cocoon he’ll keep what remains from my previous stage
preserve it under his pillows-

(He never said it though
but I know that’s what he’ll do)

He loves every ugliest and worst pieces of me
and it’s very predictable of him

and sometimes I want to know
sometimes I want to ask-

why does he have to wait for me
when for him, it matters not

-being beautiful

Because in an organic sincere way
Even if seven billion eyes see my spark
I’d choose to burn away
just for him

never a balloon,
always a boomerang..

(but I didn’t evolve as a butterfly like everyone did, much like an insect of some sort
I have no name for…yet)


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