Kicks
Ruin me with love,
Inform me regarding your most distinctive dreams.
Your affection resembles contamination,
I would prefer not to mend please grab hold of me.
The butterflies that used to lie in my midriff,
They transformed into sharp little kicks.
I can’t state that on the off chance that I picked I’d do it once more,
Be that as it may, envisioning it some other way makes me wiped out.
