Crickets in my Chest

Crickets in my chest

In my stomach there are butterflies

Ants in my hands and my feet

Spiders crawling across my back

I hate insects

But when I look at you

I forget that I hate them

And I think that's why they come out

And play

And roam across my body

I can't control it

But, oh, do I try

I try to kill these squirming monsters

That make my nerves dance

And my heart push faster

And my skin tingle

And my head swim

I don't like the feeling

But when I look at you

I kind of do.

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