this is for my girlfriend. she doesn't have wattpad but i love her (by which i mean we are barely in a relationship but love sounds better than 'i really really like her' or 'she's slightly closer than a friend'). this poem is just me being overdramatic and having a lot of love to give.

she looked at me.
she does it every day.
but every time, a new kaleidoscope of butterflies appear in my chest,
fluttering in between my ribs and encouraged by my heart,
which migrates to my throat so that my breathing is funny.

she talked to me.
she does it every day.
but every time, i forget how to respond (if only just for a moment);
my brain turns off
and i'm on autopilot,
saying the stupidest things i've ever said.

she hugged me.
she does it every day.
but every time, i smell her shampoo,
and i wonder if she sings to the bottles in the shower.
i'm sure they would appreciate it.
(i want to know what it would be like to be one of those bottles someday. not yet, of course—but maybe someday.)

she's never kissed me.
that's something that will wait.
and i will.
i will wait for it,
and the feeling that comes with it,
and i'm sure it will be magical.

she's never not made me feel special.
the day when she doesn't make me feel fluttery inside is yet to come, and i hope it never does.
i'd like to feel this way forever.

i think this is unfinished. i might get back to it. i might not. i hope it's not too creepy lmao. also while writing this poem i discovered that a group of butterflies is called a kaleidoscope!! how cool is that?