Every single night
I endure the flight
Of little wings of white-flamed
Butterflies in my brain
These ideas of mine
Percolate the mind
Trickle down the spine
Swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze
That’s when the pain comes in
Like a second skeleton
Trying to fit beneath the skin
I can’t fit the feelings in
Every single night’s alight with my brain

Fiona Apple /Every Single Night

I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye -that was the trouble- I wanted to kiss you good night -and there’s a lot of difference.

Ernest Hemingway