I woke up with pulsing beating memories from the night before making their way from my hollow center to this mass of incarceration you used to make me soar now I’m alone laying on the floor watching butterflies move in the way I want to the way I used to when you were inside me I moved like I’ve always wanted to true raw bliss just like the pain you left in my heart moving down to my base that I scuffed on the Marley floor last month to feel my knees bruise again without hollowing out my insides or settling for some other brown haired man that’ll never be you