bittersweet

why is it butterflies in your stomach whenever you are in love?

is it because you need to experience the heaviness of their eggs

first?

is it because the unforgiving hunger of the caterpillars has to devour you from the inside

first?

does all of this have to happen before you can feel the butterflies?

does love have to eat you up alive?

would it be love without rotting from within

first?

– butterflies feasting

piece of me

we pulled each other out of dark places 

many, many times-

but to escape those dark places,

we had to leave each other behind.

loving selflessly

my heart doesn’t belong to me.

everyone i have ever loved 

has a piece of it.

i can not love

without giving a part of 

my heaart away.

and whenever they exit my life-

they take that part of me

with them.

how many pieces of my heart are left?