Incredible butterflies
Not the good ones,
more like the other kind
Hennessy and THC
just increases speed
in my running mind
An overwhelming need
to bring it under a light
I remember the good times
and some of dumbest,
hands down funniest fights

It took a while to see
that it was mostly me
Holding grudges
like Christians gripping rosaries
I didn't know that I needed
a bunch of of therapy
to chase out demons
Before throwing away
everything closest to me

We had to move on
but for only a minute
Lately I'm thinking
it's been way too long
The thing is, I still picture
your image when listening
to rhythm and blues songs