Finding time to throw in the towel,
But never seeming to get there,
I found myself needing even more time,
Seeing as these butterflies won’t go away on their own,
They need some coaxing, a little telling-off,
But for now they have made my stomach a permanent home,
Paying mortgage in cash and kindly telling me to get it together,
Having their way with my emotions,
Do not get it twisted,
They are neither friend nor foe, more like acquaintances,
Only going away when they have seemingly signaled to my brain that everything is going to be okay,
Other times, when they come back they bring their friends in droves, not caring to consult me on the issue.
Sometimes they come announcing themselves,
Most times, they barge in like mad,
I mirrored your emotions to the point where I forgot mine existed,
And I tripped so hard I blew myself into oblivion,
Hiding in there for the rest of my years.
Nessa 🖤🖤🖤
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