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Butterfly wings don't mix
with stomach acid
and bad memories,
angry words boiling holes
through vulnerable hearts...
No,
let me try again.
There are no exclamation points
at the end of this sentence
and there might not be anything
but chemistry between us,
but butterfly wings
aren't razor blades
and I'm going to trust
that you'll pad my heart
before you let it fall.
with stomach acid
and bad memories,
angry words boiling holes
through vulnerable hearts...
No,
let me try again.
There are no exclamation points
at the end of this sentence
and there might not be anything
but chemistry between us,
but butterfly wings
aren't razor blades
and I'm going to trust
that you'll pad my heart
before you let it fall.
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requested I write a poem with the prompt fearing the affection you crave.October 2012
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I wouldn't count on trust, but this is a pretty great poem, well done.