Pinch me:

There are a finite 
amount of minutes that 
I am allowed 
so you are making a sandwich 
and I am telling you how 
when awful things happen 
I pretend they didn't 
and you're drifting asleep 
while I whisper 
about the voice in my head 
that tells me you've 
never cared 
and you're trying to pick out a movie 
while I tell you it's been too 
long since I broke a bone 
and I'm worried I've gone numb again 
and there is only a finite amount of time 
I am allowed
so please 
let your hand linger on my neck 
for just too long 
and don't pull away just 
yet because 
I've missed my butterflies