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I saw an old tumblr post of Mitski posting her music to here so I thought I might try do that as well, cus I’d wanna come across an undiscovered song so why not

Ok so this is a song I wrote about someone I really shouldn’t have written a song about butttt I did. And released it.

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Butterfly

A vibrant creature in a world of green.

A violent teacher is not what I’ll be.

Lost in the garden, a stranger to the sky.

I am paper and in danger a thrill I can’t describe.

I cannot stay quiet when love yells at me to warn

But love never whispered ‘youth will find truth once it’s worn’

‘I’ve been you’ my thoughts say

With no true recollection of being that way.

I’ve grown, I have learned but my knowledge is unsharable

Comprehension over envy for these creatures is impossible

And If not envy then they banish me

Asserting I am lower than them

And if not banishment

Then embarrassment

I am different, not your friend

Alone in the sun, I'll find my solitude.

Enlightening my past is pointless, will cause fued.

Time happens to all of us

It’s just it happened to me sooner

Even that is a time woven lie

Because time doesn’t care when I’m over

I’m older, I have changed

But that is not my doing

So why do I feel I can teach you where your going

A temptation to capture me

Is one I understand

But when you hold me don’t break my wings

I can’t go back to land

I plant myself upon a flower

Watching a cocoon die

When entering the cocoon

Did they know they’d be able to fly

Yes paternal care is needed

And I really don’t know how

This is my first time as a butterfly

And my last time is now.

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I think of you on purpose

When I get my photo taken

So it immortalises you inside of me

Only I will know

what my eyes subtly show

But in that photo

You’re there secretly.

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The unspoken animalistic energy

that omits from a young man’s eyes,

Is seen when you look too deeply. What it looks like to me is a physical version of plotting, a statue of schemes built up in widened pupils.

It’s an energy so full that the pressure it creates is visible.

In his right veins, visible in his bitten jaw and it is visible in his limp eyes that tense when an opening has exposed itself

You don’t see this energy in an older animal.

Maybe because this pressure has been released, that energy has been used.

It’s obvious that energy is only useful when you have it, but it isn’t so obvious that energy enjoys tension.

The young eyes haven’t touched the rubber band that slaps and nips the skin when released