Butterfly Texts
Track 4 of Mirror Season
[ Lyrics ]
You lit me up in emoji light. Phone buzz like a heartbeat under my palm, late-night text says ‘You’re so calm.’ But I’m not — I’m a storm in a sleeve, reading ‘Hey’ like it’s gospel, word for word believe. You sent a moon, I sent a star, we built a sky from what we are. No touch, no kiss, just a pixel glow, but I felt it — deep down low. My stomach flips like a page on read, blush too real for a screen instead. You don’t know me, but you *do* — kinda, typing slow like you mean the puns. Butterfly texts, heart in my throat, every ping’s a promise you might float into my world, into my ribs — living in the *dots* before your msg. You lit me up in emoji light, I’m glowing gold in the dead of night. — caught in the spark, — love by the app. You said ‘Good morning’ with a cat in a suit, I laughed out loud in the living room. Mom asked who it was — I just smiled, phone tucked close like a secret shrine. We shared a song, then a quote, then silence, loaded with meaning in double-entendre guidance. One ‘wink’ and I’m weak, one ‘fire’ and I’m warm — never been kissed, but I’m wearing your storm. I don’t need roses, I don’t need wine — just your name popping up every time. You don’t say ‘love,’ but you light the flame, in this quiet game, I’m whispering your name. Butterfly texts, heart in my throat, every ping’s a promise you might float into my world, into my ribs — living in the *dots* before your msg. You lit me up in emoji light, I’m glowing gold in the dead of night. — caught in the spark, — love by the app. No face-to-face, but I know your tone, laugh in a ‘LOL,’ ache in a ‘…’ alone. I’m falling fast in 140 characters, dreaming of us in digital fictions. Butterfly texts, heart in my throat, every ping’s a promise you might float into my life, into my truth — living for the *sound* after ‘sent, not read.’ You lit me up in emoji light, I’m all lit up, but barely alright. — caught in the spark, — love by the app. You lit me up… in emoji light.