only one, or maybe none at all...

I look up to see,
two black butterflies right above me,
depressing as though it may seem,
i can't help but compare or -- so it seems.

Each symbolizing different persona's,
each with a different agenda,
evenly matched with an equal amount of love,
though by different soulful colors.

One like a brother,
only calmer,
at times childish but yet always caring,
patient and fun-loving,
at times wise in thinking,
however,
just much loved like family.

Another crushed,
all by shy memories,
filled by awkwardness,
overwhelmed with feelings like the taste of chocolate-
that is poured over a blood diamond,
covered by mysteries of affection-
buried deep within both's hearts.

both black butterflies flying in a confusing pattern,
flying higher and higher until seen no longer,
will anyone return long after?
Or will both perish-
irritated by one's selfish desires?