Butterflies come flying out [poetry]

Our Song

I don't do "our song".
Theres too much to risk.

In one moment that "our song"
could become the worst song.

But these days it seems
In one moment
All songs could become the worst song.

Every song you've shown me
Could leave a bitter taste in my mouth.

Like I haven't brushed my teeth,
Or like drinking cheap alcohol.

Every lyric could feel soft and tasteless.

Like stale chips on a rainy day.

Every chord could become acid in my throat.

Like a meal that doesn't set well.

I refuse to do "our song"
But you gave me so many,
That I doubt it matters.