When I first met you
You spoke in ladybugs.
Small and tentative
Adorable and shy.
Then you grew.
You learned to speak
The language of dragonfly.
Sped around with excitement
Practically glowing.
And then you developed
The butterfly's tongue.
An unimaginable beauty,
You kept me in a trance.
I almost didn't notice
When you began speaking
In plain white moths.
Flitting around hopelessly
Trying to keep your light around.
From a moth you descended
Into a mosquito's buzz.
Ongoing annoyingly
No longer beautiful.
And then you snapped.
Instead of beauty
You threw wasps at me.
And they stung.
They left me in pain.
So to protect myself
I bought poison.
I got me poison
And repellents.
Cans upon cans
Of bug spray.
Are you proud of yourself?
To keep your wasps away
I can no longer hear
The butterflies.
