Butterflies Fade

She was free at last, but the memories came in a blast, echoes of a distant past and temporary heartaches cast a spell on those who dwell too long inside the place where pain feels strong. So she lies awake at night, trying hard to hold on tight, not to tremble, not to break, all for her poor heart’s own sake. When you grow older, butterflies fade, they fly away from the mess they made. The feelings that once made you brave become the very things you crave to run from, hide from, slip away— like love that slowly turns to gray. I was once a hopeless romantic soul, but now love spins me out of control. So I push people far away until the feelings start to sway and drift somewhere too far to stay. I never meant my game to be so painfully and plainly me. The vision I once held in mind has twisted into something blind. Nothing looks the way it seemed, nothing feels the way I dreamed. Every lesson, every door— feels like it matters less than before. I had a dream that once felt bright, now it wakes me up at night. Moments that once filled my chest with joy now leave an empty rest. The way things were felt warm and full— now everything feels faint and dull. So much has changed along the way, and now my heart has locked away. Caged inside, it burns with rage, trapped behind its iron cage. It’s torn apart from all the weight, the overthinking, fear, and fate it carried silently for years through quiet doubts and hidden tears. I don’t know when it will come back, the peace my weary soul may lack. But when it does, I hope it stays— longer than its fleeting days. Longer than the love I knew, longer than the pain I grew. She was meant to be a girl— a dreamer in a storybook world. Yet here she stands, no longer small, a teenager still hoping after all for fairy tales that may come true… even if she never knew whether happy endings stay or slowly fade and drift away.