Letting go

Letting go

I released and let go of my butterfly.
So I ask how is it I feel this way inside.
All should seem lost now that I am left with broken pride.
Yet if my butterfly did not love me, what did I loose but a lie?
Does it mean its true love if my butterfly comes back agian?
But even more, will I still be here or will I leave and mend.
I am left to wonder why it is I should believe anymore.
Could someone please tell me whats worth fighting for?
I begin to wonder if anyone would know.
Yet I will be ok, I did not give up I only let go.
I have been trown down before, I always get up agian.
I look and find strength, that comes from deep with in.
I did not leave her, she left me and I had to let go.
Will I be here if she comes back, well who the hell could know.