Butterflies
Chase around my head
And stomach

Love doesn’t come
Very easily
To me

These people
Make me want
Something more

Their vile
Poisonous lives
Infect me

I can’t breathe
My lungs are full
Of their toxicity

I long for
Fresh air
From you

Breathe into me
Draw the
Butterflies out

Leave me free
To breathe
With ease again.

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