He Killed The Butterflies
Most girls know what its like
That feeling waiting for daddy to come home
Sitting by the door
Listening for the car door to slam
The footsteps and the keys in the door
They know that when your mother says “go ask your father” they have a second chance
They know what its like to be in elementary school excited for “doughnuts with dad”
What its like
Growing up and your dad scaring the hell out of any guy who dares steal his little girls heart
And double dog dares him to break it
The heart he helped create
The heart he strives to maintain
Maybe they had a song and they’d dance around the house
Or maybe he’d bring her flowers, just because it’s tuesday
They know the butterflies
The ones you get right before he scoops you up and tells you he’ll never let you go
The feeling of excitement
Wings beating against your rib cage
I used to know
But now, they’re a warning
See the butterflies have this tendency to fly away when you open up your heart
The butterflies that once fluttered in my chest fell dead in the pit of my stomach when i swallowed the poison from the last goodbye
They died one by one from neglect
From a broken heart
And I’m told I will marry the man that is just like my father
Maybe he’ll give me flowers
Maybe he’ll sing me a song
I just hope he doesn’t give me butterflies
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