I hate the Butterflies

I hate the Butterflies

I wake up in the middle of the night,
the butterflies stinging my insides.

They creep on me, take my by surprise,
it just doesn’t feel right.

I wonder how love would strike like this,
it is not at all what I wish.
Instead of fluttering, there is doubt and pain,
and from the sky falls the cold rain.

I left your sun behind me through the sky,
perhaps I broke, perhaps I cried.
The rivers flood and the streams took me away,
turning day into night, night into day.

Still the butterflies flutter, sting and fight,
every minute takes ages, a blink a night.
I get scared of my own thoughts and drown them out,
ignore my fears, ignore the doubts.

Everyday I try to pick up the courage to speak,
forget the feelings that make me weak.
Even though the butterflies bite, I still hope,
that this time I might be able to cope.