the butterfly effect

i fell in love with a boy that kissed like a tsunami
and reminded me all too well of lighting in a stormy sky. 

 one bat of his eyelashes

and there was a hurricane of chaos in my gut,

butterflies in my throat,

and the wings of blue butterflies
the color of his eyes blurring my vision.

i came home at nights with the smell of rain,
cherry chap stick,
and smoke from the fire on my fingertips
where he held my hands.

i promised him i'd love him forever.
even though this hurricane is making its way to my lungs, 

and it's making it hard for me to breath. 

i broke my promise when forever only lasted
until my insides were on the carpet and
these blue butterflies were making everything blurry.

i am no longer in love with a boy who kisses like a tsunami. 

but every time the thunder comes around

i swallow the taste of lighting off my tongue,
and try to catch my breath 

because when the morning comes around the sun will rise,
and I will no longer dream of blue butterflies,
or kisses that destroy everything in their wake.


song of this post: The Other // Lauv