based on recent events.

BUTTERFLIES.

I have butterflies.

How exciting it is, to feel these flutters in my stomach

The delicate wings of its creature, gently caressing; giving me a blushing feeling.

I have butterflies.

When you speak my name, the wings tickle me lovingly

You give me butterflies.

When you speak words full of future promise, sweet nothings I believed

I had butterflies.

When you wrote me messages of vulnerability, progress was made towards something more

You gave me butterflies.

I never felt like that before, a feeling I only felt when gushing over my romance novels

I thought I felt true butterflies.

Then, your words became dull

Your messages no longer stirred a rising tint of pink to my cheeks

How awful it feels, to invest so much of myself into someone who gave back so little.

How tortuous it is, to still have these butterflies.

With its once beautiful and gentle wings caressing my stomach with a tickle,

It's winged ends now curved into a merciless steel edge,

Piercing me taunting daggers at their false promise

To see you now with someone else, hurts me more than I care to admit

It is not my place to feel this way about you with someone else, and yet, I hurt.

My heart betrays me in all affairs of love, giving so much of it itself to others.

How painful it is, to love as deeply as I do.

I had butterflies.

Their once gentle and loving wings that used to tickle me a blushing mess,

Now betrayed me, their exciting flutter now turned sinister as they pierce my giving heart.

Butterflies. How versatile they are.

How beautiful, yet so incredibly dangerous.

-kayla.
6:58 PM - april 21, 2o22

this is a short 'poem'/writing based on recent events & my overwhelming thoughts.

it's not meant to be an actual poem, mostly just a way of materializing my feelings. take it with a grain of salt.