This poem is not about me, it was written for someone who wanted a poem about infidelity.

I trapped a cocoon in a jar.
I pretended not to know 
that what would hatch
and one day roam. 

With wings extended it raced 
with the rhythm of an anxious heart, 
It flew in search of something new. 
It found a garden flower,
and danced on every petal.  

Faithless creature of infidelity
It sought the nectar of another.  

The thirst was not content,
It moved on and sought another. 

Once the thirst for new was done—
Its home to nestle in my arms. 

Remorseless little creature,  
How long will I succumb to charms?