When I see you
I get caterpillars in my stomach
Not grown enough to be butterflies
But alive enough
To make me feel sick
The constant crawling
A thousand tiny legs
Scurrying up my esophagus
Ready to throw up
A feeling too real to ignore
And too nauseating to admit
So when I see you again
I’ll just keep my mouth shut
Live with the taste of dirt on my tongue
And swallow the caterpillars
That live in my stomach.
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 9:42 PM UTC
When I see you
I get caterpillars in my stomach
Not grown enough to be butterflies
But alive enough
To make me feel sick
The constant crawling
A thousand tiny legs
Scurrying up my esophagus
Ready to throw up
A feeling too real to ignore
And too nauseating to admit
So when I see you again
I’ll just keep my mouth shut
Live with the taste of dirt on my tongue
And swallow the caterpillars
That live in my stomach.
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