Brutal Emotions

Butterflies. Beautiful wings crashing my gut until it bleeds. Hiding the pain of enjoyment hoping nobody sees. Listening to love songs from the 50s. Playing them until my eardrum rings. Flowers. Dyeing the roses red as I smell the warm scent. Creeping tears of happiness from the words sent. This is a feeling worth every cent. Picking me up and to that lovely world we went. Hearts. I would pull mine from my ribs to give to you. I would even grow another to give you two. This is my way to heal my blues. Let me love you like it was my last thing to do.