Throwing Up Butterflies

I'll kiss you until,
We run out of breath.
To say the least,
I'll love you to death.

Throwing up butterflies,
I can't take this anymore.
I'll have to face the feelings,
I've been longing too ignore.

Boxed in by memories,
I'm suffocating here.
Dying where I shouldnt be,
Drowning in my fear.

And I'll predict the night,
Blocking out the light.
With writing cramps,
Shooting through my hands.

Fields of green,
Staring into my soul.
Gorgeous green eyes,
With a center of coal.