"Tell me what I want to hear," you say a suppressed smile tugging at your lips. I know you have expectations of me regurgitating strung stanzas about the vibrations in my stomach after confessing I've given you a case of the contagious caged chest butterflies.

But I cannot tell you lies so I say "I feel a similar buzzing in my chest when your name pops up in my phone but I'm not sure if it is caused by bees or butterflies. I'm afraid it's the warning yellow and black colored ones that in habit me.
But incase that scares you away I just wanted to let you know that I have always been in some sort of love with you since you came into my life. And if you leave again, I will remain in some sort of love with you.
But, as of now I am a hand painted china cup and you are pearly white set of teeth, and if you keep drinking from my soul you'll chip your tooth on me. I'm sure if I crack one of the most beautiful things about you, you will surely hate me.
I really need someone different right now. Instead of past boys who have dunked spoons of honey into me, I need you (or the next one) to sift a cup of wet soil and a couple seeds with love into me. I need you to shower me in the sunlight of your smile and truth of your tears to water and wash over me. I will need time to grow beautiful flowers before butterflies ever revisit me.
And if you can stay with me knowing all these things, one day I will tell you anything."