of butterflies & things.
i caught a butterfly,
but i had to let him go.
i was hoping that he’d stay with me,
and soon a bond would grow.
i thought that he was mine,
i thought we would share these days.
i never thought he would leave.
i assumed he wanted to stay.
the thought used to kill me,
but now i understand.
maybe i didn’t catch him,
he just landed in my hand.
- written at age 14
hollywood & vine, circa 1952
(Source: allnaturalytwashedblipsterbitch)
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“grip you right under your ass,
put your back on the wall…”
