I decided today
that I do not exist
I am merely
an imaginary story
Every person I have ever encountered
is my storyteller
They will tell you
about the woman they see
the way she smiles
The taste of her laughter
Which seems to cover
the agony she tries so hard to hide
They will tell you
About how sweet
and how innocent she is
ask my brother and he
will unravel my inner darkness for you
He will tell you
How lost I am
But baby
I am not lost
I simply
Do not exist
I look at myself from afar
And I see my brother
my father and mother
I see my friends my relatives
And some strangers
Across the streets
At the coffee shop
Bookstores or theater
They see me
But there has never been a me
I am nothing
But their imaginary story
Butterfly Poetry 