I’m sorry your wings don’t glide along the wind like all that is natural.
Those gorgeous, more fragile than feathers, appendages.
I apologize that what you once felt as cool and calm, is now obstructed by acid and other vile content.
You had a pattern all your own. Symmetry at its finest, replicating a grander design than the atlas of Paris, is not something to be kept hidden.
Remembering you fold your vessel upwards, to reveal the dashing shades of teal, purple, and gold, I can’t help but mourn over my actions lead by my heart. I had no warning this would affect the whole of you.


Dear mariposa, papillion, butterfly, I am sorry.

If I had known the cage of my stomach wasn’t as strong as the veins in my brain, I would have let you fly free. But no, I insisted that my heart was more important. I locked you in my gut because I liked the brief feeling of flying fluttershies as slaves, to entertain my fake infatuation.


Dear mariposa, papillion, butterfly,

I'm sorry that you are now so worn out by my constant commands. I’m sorry that you can no longer fly freely like the others. You were in fact my favorite, believe it or not. Now you lay panting at the pit of my abdomen without energy or motivation to fly once more. The hues of your featherless feathers no longer shine or shimmer. They shed bleak black bile that diminishes upon impact.


Dear mariposa, papillion, butterfly,

It’s all my fault. Don’t blame him for affecting my heart in the way he did. I put you here in the first place. Although he knew you existed and toyed at that fact, the reaction of his mixed signals, is all on me. I am the villain who made you what you are today: the last living butterfly amongst the other lifeless insects, beaten to shreds.


Dear mariposa, papillion, butterfly,

Today, I unlock your shackles. You’re allowed out now. I don’t wish this upon any other creature for the sake of myself. Be grateful that you may recover after this condition. I'll need to shovel out the other bugs so that they may decay in their own environment.

I apologize for my selfish need to feel something, anything. I will rely on myself and no one else. I promise I won’t be needing you in the future for there will be no other love of mine to use you again.