Don’t.

 

Don’t 

Disturb my butterflies 

My head swims in your smile 

Face flushes 

When you call unexpectedly 

I can’t separate it 

Friendship and feeling 

Queasy pit of my stomach

If you don’t like me

That’s fine but 

I don’t want to be a 

Bargain bin therapist 

I’ve given up pieces of myself 

So many times 

If all you can offer is 

Another empty space in me 

And a gash to my heart

Just don’t.