Butterflies

You break me without blinking.

Words walk out of your mouth
and shoot me in the back,
but your silence beats bullets
against my heart
and all while you pretend not to notice.

Still,
I want your lips,
the smooth edges of your eyes,
the scratch of your hands
itching their way down my shoulders,
pummeling my insides
with those nostalgic butterflies
that only come with
firsts and falling.

~Patience

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