let's pretend my stomach is a cage that is empty, and yours is full of butterflies. so when you kiss me, the butterflies transfer. i can feel their wings tickling my insides, making a giggle burst through my closed lips. your lips are chapped and scarred from the nightmares that burst from your throat at night, but i don't care.
those butterflies are flying around, bumping the walls of my stomach, causing me to breathe hard and walk lightly. my eyes are searching for your eyes and the happiness in them, but instead i find sorrow and sadness swirling around, making them turn a slate blue.
the butterflies are getting frantic and fast, their wings flapping hard and sharp against my insides, as you get closer and closer, until you are standing face to face with me, and those scarred lips are instead letting out the monstrous words. the words that will sit in my head, the reasons for them will pile up and up and up until they spill out from my ears and eyes. it will give a whole new meaning