I wrote you a poem

So I wrote you a poem late last night,
Thinking how the fuck will that
Ever make things right?

So I wrote you a poem late last night
Couldn't sleep, needed rhythm
To keep thoughts tight

So I wrote you a poem late last night

butterflies

The butterflies of love are the worst of all
They churn in your stomach and form a tight ball
They stick in your throat til your whole mouth dries
And then turn to liquid and leak from your eyes.