• There were butterflies there,
    I swear, I felt them flutter.
    And they grew with each glance,
    Each laugh,
    Each time your hand touched mine.
    But then, your words began to hurt.
    You slowly ripped off their wings.
    Just by speaking of the uncertainty.
    You said you didn't know,
    What to do with me.
    Or where this was really going.
    In that moment, most of the butterflies died.
    Silence over came me.
    And I just stared off into the distance.
    You still would glance over,
    Ask what was wrong.
    And instead of fine,
    I should have told you truth.
    The words were choked in my throat though.
    Not wanting to come out.
    There is one butterfly that barely flutters still.
    And that is okay,
    Cause you probably don't deserve me.