Butterflies in my chest
And my heart,
Not palpitations.
A connection,
Distances apart.
You make me smile,
In the same breath
You kill my dreams,
Relegating my life
To make-believe.
Impatient waiting
Games, you play
Me for a fool,
Like a child lost
In a maze.
Ten minutes,
Twenty minutes,
Half an hour.
An hour.
It’s not even funny.
You’d be there
In a millisecond
If I was going to
Make you some
Money.
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