I am not another you.

For all my love,

For all my time with you,

You help me be another you.

It was your love, I thought,

It was love you were giving,

You saw in me, your own reflection,

You thought, I was another you.

I am a moth, that’s all I am.

You, a butterfly.

But, when you saw me,

you felt otherwise,

you thought I was a butterfly in disguise,

You helped me be a butterfly,

I acted, I pretended for long to be one,

Saw my reflection in the river one day,

And saw the truth for what it was,

a moth I was, and that’s all I’ll ever be, I knew.

Torn in a conflict, to be me,

Or be what you thought of me,

I cried for nights,

And then realized that,

I could be you, just for a while.

For all I try,

that truth stands

that I ain't another you.