The butterflies fluttering around in my stomach…
Are slicing their wings against my flesh
Delicate and harmless,
They’re conjuring up a cyclone in my chest
Flittering around in endless circles,
As my insides feel as though they're about to split
More gashes are made, raw and fresh
While the old wounds are slowly fading,
New incisions are slit

These seemingly innocent butterflies appear when any kind of thought of you,
Is made present in my mind
You continue to linger around the edges,
Gnawing such a slash through my heart
How can you be so cruel? ..So unkind?

These torturous wounds I'am bleeding,
Softly wail and silently weep
I sob in pity and defeat, whispering...
"This is not my pain to be grieving,"
"It shouldn't be my burden to bare, to have to keep"

Shameful scars I'am now forced to wear
Because from your lethal touch,
I'am always severely burnt
Unexposed, I can still feel them stinging
There are no morals to be taught,
No lessons to be learnt
For every time I gaze into old memories,
My heart begins its immersed singing

It's love taking me captive
As inhaling a breath without you,
Is something I could not forgive
I wave farewell to your beautiful smile,
As I watch it dissipate, along with my fortitude
And my will to live

Sleeping only to dream of you
I awake to arms lone and bare
From my life you were withdrawn,
But imprinted in my heart,
You always did remain there
Now bewildered I'am left
A feeble fawn

So these butterflies continue to scratch a gash
A decrepit hole right through my heart
With detrimental thoughts of you
The wound is carved out bigger, deeper
There's no telling how soon I'll fall apart

Another day, another reminder of you
The butterflies start whirling restless
In an internal vortex
Feeling the old, familiar burning sensation
I allow them this much
But in a sense,
I don't want them to stop
I won't make them stop
I can’t let them stop
Because it's now the only time
I ever feel your touch…