Butterflies
It's eating up my belly
stabbing it with a dull knife
and I can't get rid
I can't ignore it
it's here for good
though it sounds rather silly
You keep ripping pieces of my heart
leaving me open, unwritten,
a book unstarted.
If only you left abruptly
rather than tearing the rounded edges through my insides
the shock wouldn't occur so long
if you only considered my thoughts
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