Your version of me

You dreamed of a better version of me

You molded me with your hands

Sculpted me with your words

Chiseled me with your tongue

Painted me with your eyes

And when the cocoon transformed

Into a strange butterfly

You wished to cut my wings

But by then I had absorbed your sins

And my feathers of steel

Learned to hurt you blind

Suffered the same ways in which you had broken my heart

In anger you burned your chisels and your brushes

And quickly realized

I was better as the roughed gem

You once said you had been blessed to find