i remember the butterflies you gave me                                          
well, you were the reason they fluttered                                          
deep in my stomach, then migrated                        
to the depths of my heart                        
butterflies are small                                                            ­                    
flighty creatures                                                        ­                            
but they're                                                          ­                              
delicate and fragile                                                                  ­               
easily crushed
in the palm of your hand
how long                                                             ­   
will the butterflies                                                      ­          
inhabiting my heart                                                            ­    
live?                                                       ­       
before their thin,
delicately patterned
wings are crushed
into flightlessness

i just don't have    
anything right now                
that i want to write about
well i do, i just can't put it to words
and i don't think i want to

you scare me                                   
when you say you're heartless                 
especially since you also said                                   
that you gave your heart to me             
and that you are now, an empty shell        
are you telling me now                        
that you always were an empty shell?

i'm scared
because i gave my heart
to you                

so, am i the heartless one?        
since you have my heart                        
and you never had a heart to give          

am i truly empty now?