Into the chrysalis I crept,
Retreating from a life I'd painfully outgrown
And was unwilling to wear.
And I dreamt the reality that could not be borne while awake.
How did I allow such pain?
In loving you, I hated myself.
And so I gave 'til I was gone
While you were never there at all.
Pretty words were pretty lies
While your breath sustained them.
I wanted so much for them to be true
That I breathed my own life into them.
Inside the chrysalis I wept
For the loss of something never owned
But I'd believed had been saved
And I knew reality was but a dream that drifts away upon awakening.
Today the butterfly has flown
Leaving the chrysalis behind
And with it the fragments of dreams
And discarded ideals of reality.