The Stinging Butterflies

When You Like Butterflies Around Your Scars.

If I knew what you thought,

maybe I wouldn’t turn back.

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I’d rip my heart open for all the words you said.

My heart would bleed, just a color for you,

And you could use it as paint

For every art you make.

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If I knew what you thought,

I wouldn’t fall for your charming smile,

And maybe the little girl in me would realize

After seeing all your invisible lies.

And my wound would be stained with pain.

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If I knew what you thought,

maybe I’d run to you.

My heart might grow flowers,

or butterflies will roam around my wounds,

stinging with aching beauty.

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if I knew what you thought

I’d know every little part of you.

I would use it as a puzzle to understand you.

I’d see all your genuine intentions

And maybe my wound wouldn’t be stained with pain.

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If I knew what you thought.

~Rids

Note: All images I use here are from Pinterest, except for the one in my post “Scraps of Me,” which is mine.