I see you're name on the screen.
the butterflies come to life inside my stomach breaking out of the cocoons and taking flight
only to hit the walls with no where to go.
I have felt this many times before, but with you it's different.
They are different butterflies.
More colorful.
Filled with energy and full on a life so pure I think my stomach might explode.
It's a good feeling.
I yearn for them every day.
I want to get to know them, for them to become familiar to my body.
And that's the thing, I don't think that is possible.
These butterflies can't be tamed. Aren't meant to, and that's okay.
I like them the way they are.
I want more.
But I'm scared,
and they feel it.
As the days go on my conscious persuades me to believe something that can't be true.
Something I won't believe.
It makes sense though.
Because how could you have the same butterflies as me inside your stomach,
when you just got rid of the remnants of hers?
I'm scared.
So the butterflies disappear one by one.
They disappear
at the thought of you walking away.
They disappear
because "you only want me for satisfaction."
They disappear
when you'd rather be feeling up metal than feeling up me.
They disappear
like I lose your attention.
They disappear
so I stopped counting.
So please hun. hurry before their wings tire out.
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