When the Amnesia Wears Off

I keep forgetting how badly love fucks me up.

It has a way seducing me again, 

even after every time it's kneed me in the stomach

and stolen my breath

It numbs the lump in my throat

with a promise to never let it swallow anything sharp again

I believe it

because I want to taste something sweet

and because you have such a charming grin

But blue eyes aren't enough

and I guess you still miss her

Cause the Novocain butterflies in my stomach have died

Their wings have broken into small, fragmented pieces

and I remember

I am drinking shards of glass again