when you touch me,
imaginary insects flutter through my being,
my belly almost bursts with the overwhelming sensation.
when you smile,
the butterflies can't stay still,
they fly around my body, fluttering and floating as they soar in circles within my fragile frame.
sometimes it feels like there are thousands, ready to rupture through my skin and swarm around you, they seem quite fond.
and it feels like they've always been there,
perhaps once caterpillars, as all butterflies start,
cocooned inside a chrysalis within the depths of my heart.
until one day, I met you and they bloomed like spring flowers, springing from cocoons,
their petal wings spread and created an unique feeling of simultaneous warmth and nervousness.
you said you feel them too, the improbable insects deep below your skin, within your core.
does this mean we're in love,
or just friends with butterflies?