(not my video)
the butterflies that reside in my stomach turn to lead at the sound of your name.
they weigh on me and crush my insides
and i feel my face
twisting, contorting
into that of a mighty beast's snarl,
a snarl that is disguised by a smile that i will wear
to convince myself and everyone around me
that im alright, even though
i can feel the pain in my torso as a constant reminder
of what i have lost,
and the person i had become.
a strawberry daiquiri and some mozzarella sticks
and a bowling ball,
swirled into beautiful shades of green,
back when i had long hair and hope and you.
simple chats and i leaned on your shoulder gently for a picture and your face turned cherry red, feeling my hands touching your shirt.
and at the end of the night, a hug.
it was my turn, then, to burst into flames.
each memory makes wings flit and flutter
just barely,
enough to notice but not enough
to lift any weight.
i know the weight won't lift until you are in my arms again.
so ill swallow the metal
and let the butterflies rest at the bottom of my belly
for the next year and 23 days.
then ill cough them up with every "i love you"
that you will eventually hear
leave my lips.
ill open wide and let them fly from my throat when i get to apologize for all i have done to you,
and when i can bitch you out
for what you have done to me.
but any conversation with you
is one worth having.
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Adventures, Memories, and Everything in Between
Poetrybook 1 my brain is too crowded so i made room by putting stuff in here. so you're reading my brain pretty much. enjoy <3 WARNING: mature content because of strong language and references to alcohol and probably other stuff ALSO NONE OF THE VIDEOS IN...
