Maybe if I held onto you so tight you wouldn't leave.

Maybe if I pulled you to my side with enough force you'd stay.

But I was afraid if i held you too tight you'd disappear out of my grasp,

dispersing into a million little butterflies, symbolising the life inside of you.

The life that I lived for.

I was afraid of holding onto you too tight, and you thought my grasp wasn't strong enough.

I loved you so very much,

but you still left,

leaving me the butterflies fluttering in your wake.