I melt when
you look at
me. Your eyes,
so blue. They
pull me in
every time.

I can’t stand
the fact the
we’re over,
done. We is
a word lost
in time.

Now your just
an insect, a
butterfly.
Butterflies, that’s
what you gave
me.

Now they’re
moths, slowly flying
around in my
stomach. You keep
them in there, like
some kind of,
Jar

Save me for
later, this
recycled heart
of mine; maybe
that’s why it’s
broken--not
in working order.
Ruined

at best. Try
to understand,
I’m trying
to move--
move on.

But the hardest
part is, you
already know.
You read
[I’ll]
between
[Love]
the
[You]
lines.
[Forever.]