You are fireworks in my chest and things I can't hold on to are slipping between my toes as I walk across them. You don't care that you showed up and stamped a small portion of my stomach with your butterfly-shaped coil. I want it off gone out done but I know you'll come back and I want you to feel the outline of it. That way you'll know I never stopped trying never stopped caring. I need you to care, too.