You weren't the butterflies in my stomach —no, you were the ache in my chest. You were the lust in my eyes and the longing in my bones. And there's nothing I can do to shake the stinging feeling of wasps one my skin, in the places you should be.
Check out the other poems in the "Butterflies" series! This poem was written in 2016.
Every breath, a weight on my chest, reluctantly comes, being chased only by my quickening pulse. A knife slips between my ribs and with every word that passes over my lips, it twists. A silent scream is trapped behind my teeth. Butterflies with knives are cutting up my insides.
Found poem from Automatic Loveletter's song "Butterflies"
Check out the other poems in the "Butterflies" series. This is a found poem. The lyrics at the bottom are not my concept. This poem was written in 2016.
She grasped me by the notes of affection. Making me believe that, once more I can love .. that emptiness is not my destination .. making me complete and insurmountably whole .. what fell me down to rigorous discourse .. could she be the one to open my shell .. I have explored the idea, not much by far.. for affection is in its own place.. commitment is its own.
On love and flirtation. On adulting yet while living by your morals. It's all a fine balance.
The child holds in their hand a stunning flower Beautiful, exotic and rare They pull the glowing flower apart in a colorful shower The soft, velvety petals rip and tear Fluttering slowly to the ground The bright pieces stand out against the gloomy floor No one can hear the flower's silent screeching sound Of being ripped from the core The wind blows the fading petals into the dark abyss The child tosses the stem aside, and skips away in bliss
Come oh my darling come, Come fluttering to my arms. Let me dream some more, Let me house you in the eyes.. Your abode is in my heart, Your dwelling is not just eyes... Fluttering in its own way, Fluttering here is your shade.. Relaxing in your lap I am, Relaxing in my sole heaven.