The butterfly's came and took rest in my heart
But here's the funny part
They never left
And butterflies morph into moths that chew away at your love
And even though we barely talk, on the few occasions we do.
I get pains in my chest
Not heartburn but a feeling like my heart is being squeezed and twisted
Every time I hear his voice
And it catches me by surprise in last period
It starts to beat faster for a while
Butterflies to moths who seek out the light
And fucking destroy it
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sabaism (poetry)
Poetrysabaism Noun (uncountable) The religion of the Sabians; Sabianism worship of the sun, moon, and stars; heliolatry; astrolatry
