capricorn:* cover your heart in acrylics like you are art and promise yourself you'll leave after this one last kiss (you won't, you never do)
aquarius: you never stopped trying to be your own worst nightmare and this is why people find their breath of fresh air in you
pisces: something about the way shouting something off of a rooftop never feels the same as whispering it in their ear
aries: you are both a quiet tuesday morning and a tornado in the middle of april and there's never been a more beautiful disaster
taurus: you are the apology strung between two streetlights and you will never give up on finding the worst person to love
gemini: you are something along the lines of a fairytale but i think your author was drunk because this isn't going how it should
cancer: you are something of a tsunami stored in shaky palms and uncertain breaths and she will still love you with 100 mph winds
leo: you are nothing less than the scream your heart begs to let out when you feel like you're losing them and i want to punch it out of you
virgo:  picking flower petals*—they love you, they love you not, they love you, they love you not, they love you, they know you want to die, they love y
libra: and ten years from now, you will still be falling in love with people the same way others skydive from planes
scorpio: you are more than the last "im sorry" between two people whose infinity was shorter than it should have been
sagittarius: death has been flirting with you from across the room all night long and there's a good chance that it's love at first sight

You once set loose
an army of butterflies
swarming into my stomach
by simply parting your lips
and pushing out every beautiful word
I'd ever wanted to hear.

This happened again,
and again,
until one day,
they filled up every cavern of my stomach
and slowly overflowed into my veins.

Those butterflies carried your love,
and I let them loose through my body because I trusted you.

For a while I lived in complete and utter blind ecstasy
from shooting your love up my veins
and those butterflies drove me insane
in the most beautiful and peaceful kind of insanity
brought on by so much naive happiness.

One day,
I can't remember when,
you began neglecting the butterflies that filled me
from my toes to the smug smile on my face.
I slowly felt those loving butterflies freeze,
and become something else as their wings
--once so delicate and soft enough to tickle me
from the inside and create some sort of euphoric bliss--
became frigid, icy glass shards that slowly began to cut through my veins
and rip me apart from the inside out
until they sliced through my heart just like you did
all because you decided to stop loving me.