I hate the vibration
Of this moment
Your baritone sigh
Left me
h
a
n
ging onto every word
That never left your lips

I'm heartfelt and tactless
Like your breath on my skin
And the butterflies that travel from my mouth
to your stomach
So I tell you to look at me

You tell me it's getting late
The city lights are tired
And I should go

So I leave without a sound
(I always was best left unsaid)
And only a trail of butterflies in my wake

They look so lovely when they fly