(13) Thunderstorms And Butterflies Don'T Mix
You say you love me and you believe it.
by Amanda Lukas
I say you don't even know who I am.
You're in love with the image of me
that you created.
You love the smile
even though you never know why it's on my face.
I protect myself from you as if I'm sheltering from a storm.
I'm sorry I can't be your home,
but I am a butterfly
and you are a hurricane.
My wings aren't strong enough yet.