There are butterflies
floating in my stomach
and living in my skin
except that they're
muddy
and jaded
and wet
The butterflies
are
moths
and
bats and spirits
A hazy grin on a foggy Tuesday
and I hope you
bleed
for being responsible for the scars
on someone else's skin
I craved the color,
a vintage film but now
I'm graying,
A faded stopwatch
stopped in time
"No" is never "yes"
because a body is a body
meant for soul
and a body is not yours to
control
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 2:17 PM UTC
There are butterflies
floating in my stomach
and living in my skin
except that they're
muddy
and jaded
and wet
The butterflies
are
moths
and
bats and spirits
A hazy grin on a foggy Tuesday
and I hope you
bleed
for being responsible for the scars
on someone else's skin
I craved the color,
a vintage film but now
I'm graying,
A faded stopwatch
stopped in time
"No" is never "yes"
because a body is a body
meant for soul
and a body is not yours to
control
