Milomi's world

It’s a spark, a tiny, kindling flame,
A humble comfort, a meek butterfly
But a butterfly nonetheless.
It’s bubbling, doing jumping jacks in a way butterflies shouldn’t be able to.
Is love a butterfly or a dragon?
It’s a reassurance but also a risk,
Maybe being too excited is also being slightly afraid,
But maybe joy eclipses it all.
Maybe joy also eclipses the pain and the ache,
Can happiness numb heartache?
This dragon in me is roaring fire in triumph
Victory, victory, victory
Love, love, love.
This dragon in me scorches my throat and morphs me into a being I don’t understand,
I’m a leash to love
Is it terrific or terrifying?
I’m flying up and high and far and fast,
Carrying a future on my back,
Love is allegedly the wind beneath my wings.
If I look down, I know I’ll fall. I know I’m not a dragon.
I keep my head up.
Here’s to love.

Written by
Milomi.