People say when you get nervous you have butterflies especially if it pertains to someone you’re interested in
Me I don’t get butterflies
I get tarantulas
Crawling around in my stomach with their hairy spiky legs
Tickling and prodding ready to pounce at any moment
Feeding on should have been butterflies
Made even more creepy and unsettling by the simple fact
That I don’t like spiders
And I fucking hate tarantulas
So, excuse me if I’m uncomfortable when I talk to you if you’re a pretty woman
I’m just having an existential crisis in my stomach
Swearing I can really feel a tarantula climbing around
Sometimes aggravating my insides
Though I suppose it’s gotten better in a way I actually like little wolf spiders
Though now it feels like hundreds of them
Still not great but a damn sight better than tarantulas
At least it’s no longer an existential crisis
Do you have butterflies or spiders
When I die burn my body so I can take all my spiders and existential crises with me
It’s what the spiders don’t want
Don’t let them win
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