How can I cure you?

I’m beginning to follow…

I’m going to have to get out there,

And find some butterflies for you;

Glittering; turquoise; indigo; gold.

I’ll try my very best with the butterfly

- hold on –

Wouldn’t I harm it?

If I was to catch it?

Can I just say something?

Before I take it back

And dare breathe a word

I would die.

You’ve given me enough

Butterflies already,

You really don’t need to give me anymore,

Even if they’re magical or glittery.

Plus you might do more damage

Trying to catch one for me.

This is between you and me,

I promise!

And that’s a promise I will keep!

No more butterflies.

I’m stumped:

In my mind the only two options,

For me to make them go away:

Ignorance is bliss;

One or two steps further from;…

Unfortunately for the butterflies,

Neither of these are currently options.

I’m not going to lie,

There’s part of me,

That would like one,

To happen,

But

It’s not the right thing to do,

And it wouldn’t be fair all round.
Still being patient,

Will be for a long time.