Free Butterfly

All these men at my feet,
begging to be with me.
To be one with me
To be someone with me.
What do you do
when you are in this position?
Wait and wait some more.
I'll always be free
no matter what those men
promise me.
I'll be as free as a butterfly
no matter what they say.
I'll always be wandering about
trying to find the right man
but he doesn't exist
because I am perfect for no one
and no one is perfect for me.
I'll be that free butterfly
and that free butterfly will eventually die.
Once that free butterfly dies,
maybe then I will be able to let loose
the noose around my neck,
that made me so unable to be
like a normal human being.
I will finally be able to love a man
and not be afraid.
I won't have to leave to try
and find another lover.
For his rose will smell the sweetest
and his kisses will be the best.
Our love will forever last.
I know all this,
for it was promised to me.
But for now I'll still be
that wandering free butterfly.
And no one will ever have me.