memoir

shouldn't we justspeak our hearts at all timeslet the truth play tricks
throw the cards down

what is the purpose
of feeling butterfies in his name
but hiding them in my stomach

these freakin' butterflies
one day, in the distant future
I will tell the story of 
how extremely in love I was
with him
and him and her and him
I will write it
all over my memoir
names of all those
who never found out how
madly in love I was

freakin' butterflies

maybe it will be my last words
as they are lying
on their deathbeds

I was so in love with you, I will say

hopefully leave
a confused smile on their face