whenever I am granted the privilege of being in your presence
I can’t seem to fathom why my heart skips a beat or two
they told me butterflies could flutter in your stomach, and I never believed them
but then I met you
your name is something I would enjoy spending my whole life practicing
preferably after the beginning of mine
we had everything at our fingertips
except enough time
how could something so enchanting end in such a bittersweet farewell?
all my birthday candles and shooting stars were for you
and sometimes I lie awake
wondering if you knew
as I sat and etched your name, surrounded by a multitude of hearts
the sound once so beautiful, now burns like a kind of melancholic acid
inside I am screaming
but all they see is my demeanor, apathetic and placid
you played the strings of my heart like a rusty old guitar
our story has been intricately threaded through my mind
I would be honored if you were the one to break my fragile heart
allowing me to simply forget you would be awfully too kind
now I find myself alone, with a sense of false glory
oh how my childlike cheeks changed to rose, prickling as I looked in your eyes
but I know that the next time I will succumb to those fluttering
butterflies
in 7th grade i went to the see a movie with a boy and in the middle of it he was like “do you wanna kiss” and i was like “excuse me” and he pulled a bag of hershey’s kisses out of his coat
DO YOU REALIZE WHAT A GOOD BACKUP PLAN THAT IS
