Slowing down

I'm getting tired of running,
Trying to catch the butterfly.
It's too fast, too ignorant of my presence.
It's raining out here
Pouring everyday
Washing my patience away.
I don't know how long it 'll last.
How long can I hold on?
Do I really have to move on?
Such a waste of an emotion.
I truly felt there was a deep connection.
I felt like I knew everything you said and didn't say.
But it now seems a big facade.
A lie just to pass the time.
To make your time worth the while.
Maybe it was in my destiny
To learn the lessons I refuse to read.
The butterflies shall hit me again.