Once
She held me tight
She held me close
Her face so bright,
So rose

Once
We joined our hands
Bathed in the light
Nothing could've stranded
Our delight

But her smile cracked
Like glass
Glowing teeth of lies
Chaotic words, emotionless
Angry flies

Then she kissed me goodbye
And by the end of spring
I began to die
Unseen

Now I sit in the dark
Wishing for her eyes,
To hear once more her words' spark:
Sweet, sweet butterflies

Intrigued by my own gluttony
I consume the little legged creature
a caterpillar
small and vile
my appetite has yet to stop the ceaseless temptations
if only the flesh she wore
was not so full of regret
must consider my options
cannot lose to the allure of her skin
this feeling in my body
why this disgusting creature has made me sick
what was I thinking
tiny bugs cannot sustain this appetite
I MUST AHVE HER
but the bugs
the damnable insects have sprouted wings
scraping against the linings of my stomach
butterflies in my stomach
if only her screams would distract me from the butterflies

My Home....
The shield I had over my emotions was broke,
I turned around, consumed by fear of losing control over the last threads.
But,
He pulled me into his arms and hugged me close.
The intoxicating smell of him lingered in my mind,
I immediately relaxed in those strong arms.
The melodies rhythm of his heart was cherry on the top,
and I felt drifting away.
"Feeling better now, my Lil' fighter," He asked.
His voice was just above a whisper,
but that baritone voice sent a shiver to my spine.
I looked into his eyes,
His hypnotic gaze held my own.
His hands touched my ******* and I instantly felt butterflies swirling around my stomach.
He smiled, bemused by mischievous acts of his own and my reaction.
He came closer and joined his forehead to mine and said
"I always with you, no matter what."
That moment I knew, I found it,
My Home!

let me tend to the butterflies in my stomach
so when you step into my world
you'll see a garden full of colour.

You always give me butterflies.
Won’t you take them away?
I find it nearly impossible to think when my heart is beating to the rhythm of their gossamer wings.
And it’s all because of you.

The thought of you asking me to be your valentine sent butterflies up my spine and they went crazy in my stomach.

It's so funny, though, because you have been my valentine for so long already, and somehow you still leave my heart feeling completely and utterly enchanted.

You weren't the butterflies in my stomach —no, you were the ache
in my chest.
You were the lust in my eyes and the longing in my bones.
And there's nothing I can do to shake the stinging feeling of
wasps one my skin, in the places you should be.

I've had a hole
growing in
my stomach for
days.
Butterflies are
wrapped up
in the ribbon
in your
tapes, and
they come inside
and tie
confused
little knots around
my bones.

Every breath, a weight
on my chest, reluctantly
comes, being chased
only by my
quickening pulse.
A knife slips between
my ribs and with
every word that passes over my lips, it
twists.
A silent scream is trapped
behind my teeth.
Butterflies with knives
are cutting up
my insides.


Found poem from Automatic Loveletter's song "Butterflies"

The open air is dense and blue,
grass suspended in green.
This is how wings work
in the mystery of the wind :
looping, swooping, exuding
colored energy.

Flashing black and orange
in grand expanding, then landing--
feather light to pollinate the latest
blossom, when all that is seen
is quivering and shivering.

The magic superlative –
streaming, beaming jubilation.
Mistress of the meadows, symphony
of flight, your presence a drop
of heavenly fire, your disappearance,
a brilliant treasure buried forever.