Butterflies

i laugh easily i wish i didn’t. It comes from teetering on the edge of someone else’s desires It comes from Complying not wanting to cause discomfort to others Fuck others. Why do i have to bear the weight of the discomfort? Let’s sit in this crevice of awkward silence together. So you can absorb how you stained my soul crushed my spirit and ability to form sentences. i wish i talked slower. let the words linger and be born in full form but instead they skitter like butterflies in a storm. i stutter when i’m tired. How to speak surely, though? when i’m not sure if you are listening