butterflies

My first date, I have butterflies but, each day, week, month, year, the time killed them off. As wells as those hands I used to love... sliding up my shirt. Taking my top off feels like a curse... you're making it worse. I want you to stop, stop, STOP! You don't stop I'm crying, lying telling you I'm fine. Actually, you're hurting my spine. Those butterflies fly off... As, my skirt flies off.