I told you last night you gave me butterflies. you surprise me with new cocoons every time they start to fly. I instantly felt like an idiot, embarrassed of the person controlling my mouth. my mouth, it's always in a melee. figuring out how as it talks. your response was comforting. I guess, I guess I gave you butterflies too.

I want my hands in your hair, I want my hands in your hair. pulling your face closer,

and closer,

and closer,

and closer