There is a strange
Tingly sensation
In my stomach
When you are near
And when you speak to me
Or touch me
A sensation often described as butterflies
But they are not pure enough
To be butterflies
Because I know you don't feel them as I do
So they are moths
Moths
Because they are crowding your light
Moths in my stomach
Flying up
And up
And up
Through my windpipe
Choking me
And trying to reach you
And your blinding
Fluorescent light

I don't know,
I really don't ******* know.
what did they ever do to deserve such?
Nothing.
They didn't need to do anything.

My mind stayed conflicted between them, or me.
I'm not that selfish, neither am I that selfless.
So I went with me, but here I am wishing that...
I had been selfless this once.

It's definitely a ripe feeling to be infatuated. Day by day watch yourself strip your freedom for this person. As your loyalty and thoughts are all stripped off of you for this one person. Indeed, it's the most rarest state of mind that one never really expects to hold.

At that point it felt like I new myself and I had come to terms with myself. Then the words shouted straight from her lungs shattered me. The one that bore you curses at your name. It is quite a shame to say. But maybe the ones who claim to love you with no bounds should be reconsidrered twice and the ones that say they'll love you endlessly should be reconsidered to fade from the frame.