Delicate.

 For you I would stay in the darkness.

Such a delicate creature.  Special and unique; you are.  Undeniably so, indeed.  I sit across from you, and I want to show you.  Poor out my soul with words of magic and beauty to make you see there is no need to run.  But; now I understand a butterfly is a cowardly creature and as it flits and floats so elegantly across the sky, he is scared.  He does not trust. 

I would not hurt such a beautiful creature as this though.  A butterfly floats past me; dancing, catching my eye – on the breeze.  Light wings flimsy and ornate – unique; undeniably so.  The creature comes close to me, close enough for me to touch, close enough for me to feel the wonder of its aura. 

However; as soon as he gets so close he flitters away, floating on the breeze once again.  For if he were to stay close enough for too long; I could crush and destroy his delicate body, tear his wings and emotions to shreds, rip apart his beautiful soul with my poisonous fingers.  This butterfly has learnt not to trust.

To me the insect is special.  Perhaps you are unattainable, yes but never the less; beautiful.  When such a beautiful creature is in your presence, do you break her?