TrashingEverythingThatRemindsMeOfYou

"My passion burns for you
And my heart beats for you"

While I sit here, counting the number of butterflies you gave me in my stomach,
My love smiled and looked away; for a moment blushing, hoping I didn't see it,
But I did, and it's happening to me too; I wish I could say I don't smile everytime I see you, but I do.I hope that soon enough you would ask me to be with you, but like everything else, I can't expect too much, knowing I would only be disappointed, like every other.If I was to give you my heart, would you wait for me to get my life together and accept every flaw or imperfection about me, and eventually teach me to be perfect like you? Or would you turn away, wishing I would see the slight glimmer of carelessness so I would get the signal and keep walking in the other direction, leaving you perfectly fine. You wouldn't even have guilt issues, because you knew it could have happened to anyone.And while I sit here, counting the numer of butterflies you gave me in my stomach,I'm trying to brighten everyone's day except my own, knowing I would easily fail. And I'll just decapitate my sides in a good effort to let the fluttering insects out of my body, because they're the only things you left for me; you, not even armed with the knowledge that you even gave me that much, and if you had known it, you would be doing the same things as me, just making sure to leave no traces for the cops to find; because by the time they get here, you'll be gone, but your name will still be etched in my wrist.

"Don't say you love me, unless you mean it, I might do something crazy like believe it."