How do I say this?
How do you expect me to put my words out there
When you are right here
Because I want to know
When a heart breaks,
Do the butterflies in your stomach die?
Well I could lie,
Say that they no longer fly,
That they no longer try
But that's not right.
When they died i didn't realize that they laid eggs,
They laid eggs on the flowers that grew from the corpse of my love.
Eggs that would hatch into a butterfly
A bright beautiful butterfly.
Apparently my intestines are where butterfies never die
For when I saw you that day, my heart burst open like a cacoon.
A wave of color went over me
The butterflies are fluttering
No,
They are violently flapping their wings in panic
They want to leave so badly before my stomach acid melts them
Before my brain pushes them down further
Before I blurt out that poisonous phrase that I know you don't want to hear
But I have to
Or else they will tear me apart.
I need to say it
I need to let them out
I love you
(6.3.2018)
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100 Poems for Those I Love, Loved, and Want to Love
Poetry"Dont ask me how it feels I can tell you dont care Letters like a knife It never feels fair Stars in the sky Trying to get that high Realizing that That loving is a lie." Welcome to my little book of poetry.
