There was a girl
and she met a boy
and he gave her butterflies
and when she was lonely
...
Whispers
Seared into my mind,
burning me down,
lighting me up,
are the memories
of you,
and I,
and us.
The little things
have taken up residence
in the nooks and crannies
of the dustiest parts
of my mind,
and heart,
and soul.
The pit in my stomach
where the butterflies live,
where all of my anxious feelings drop,
is rising
to whisper into the night
I love you
I love you
I love you.