Sometimes you fall in love
And you have those butterflies
And you chase them endlessly

Sometimes the butterflies
Are vibrant and lively
When kept up with
And cared for

Sometimes those butterflies
Are gray and gloomy
When spoken to negatively
And given unreciprocated distrust

Happy ones give you
Flutters,
Sad ones give you
Doubts.

The flutters come when you become happy,
When you're alone and content.
The doubts come when you become depressed,
When you're alone and stalking her Instagram.

The butterflies want to morph
To be like somebody else's

To make you seem like the person who creates
Their doubts

That way you'll be "perfect"

Little do they know,
They still have unique wings
Each one like a fingerprint

Two are never alike

And they aren't meant to be.

C.l.