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Can you hold me? Your voice shattered and the words dribbled off your mouth

As you caved into my chest

You collapsed into my open arms

With your face in my neck and your hands clawing softly at the small of my back

When I pressed you closer your legs gave out

Don’t you dare act like I never gave you butterflies

When we both knew my touch made your knees buckle

How could you kill them?

How could you have possibly pinned their small wings to a cork-board bullseye for the firing squad

When a summer ago they were too wild for you to catch

Even with a net as dense as cheesecloth

What weapon could you have swallowed

That would silence forever the unmistakable tingling under your weary skin?

How sharp a blade that could kill off creatures so intense, so ravenous?

Does seeing me make your tummy hurt?

When you look at me are you reminded of the once beautiful things

Now rotting corpses in your belly?

How do you feel

Knowing you are responsible for the mass-murder of thousands of butterflies

Sweet and delicate in the pit of your stomach

No need to answer.

The butterflies are the questions… they were always rhetorical anyway.

They were always rhetorical anyway

The butterflies and the questions

No need to answer them

Sweet and delicate in the pit of your stomach

Knowing you are responsible for the mass murder of thousands of butterflies…

How do you feel?

Rotting corpses in your belly

When you look at me are you reminded of the once beautiful things

Does seeing me make your tummy hurt?

How sharp a blade that could kill off creatures so intense, so ravenous

That would silence forever the unmistakable tingling under your weary skin

What weapon could you have swallowed?

Even with a net as dense as cheesecloth

A summer ago they were too wild for you to catch

How could you have possibly pinned their wings to a cork-board bullseye for the firing squad

How could you kill them

When we both knew my touch made your knees buckle

Don’t you dare act like I never gave you butterflies

When I pulled you closer your legs gave out

With your face in my neck and your hands clawing softly at the small of my back

You collapsed into my open arms

And as you caved into my chest

Your voice shattered and the words dribbled off your mouth

Can you hold me?

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