I know
I fancy you
Because
I got a notification on my emails
Telling me that you messaged me
And I was surprised
That it gave me butterflies
But that message was from
Yesterday when we were
Both busy

I know
I fancy you
Because I’m nervous
About when we’re
Going to be alone
Together
Instead of
Always hanging out in a group
And
Wondering
If I’m leaving
or staying  

I would stay if
It was just me
And you  

I know
I fancy you
Because I know that
On the other side
Of the phone
You’re probably nervous too

my stomach kinda hurts
feels like a coffee can incapsulates it
i can shake it up, pour it out, drink it up
but then i crash and burn
this only really happens, when I think of your face.
listen to your voice
watch you smile.
stop making my stomach hurt.

Do you ever re –read your chats with someone just to try and re - live the joy that person brought to you ?


That feeling,
The wide smiles, the flow of waves from your spine to your belly, those  butterflies,
You bite your lips giggling
The blushes in between
Those sweet tear drops, the emotions flaring
How your heart races when you get to a particular word
Then you start stitching those words into thoughts and dwelling in
The sudden wish to be with him
The way he looks at you
The thought of his lips touching yours
How happy it made you feel
You shut your eyes engrossed in passion
There, Then, you realize
You feel it in your heart
He is the One….
You snap out, memories come flooding in
Flashes of moments spent together,
The good, the bad, the not so pleasant.
Your mind gets thrown into a disarray
Could this be mixed feelings or a mind trick,
probably silly battles between thoughts and emotions,
Or a quest to find your truth
You close out every other thing
You beam your focus on that lingering thought
He is the one, He is the one,
The one

Golden laurel wreaths and golden wings
Crows that pecked at his eyes and legs
He had stopped fighting them off long ago
They were as integral part of him as the the tattoos on his spine that often nipped at his vertebrae

Koi fish with constellations glowing on their backs and lotuses growing out of eyes
Burning feathers steaming as they hit the waves
He had often watched the angel's fall
Many drowned when they sunk into the sea Wings of precious metals dragging them down into its depths

Bushes made of butterflies and trees held in the palms of scarred hands
Glowing leaves the only source of light in the dark world
He craved the brilliance of the sun
It's mighty beauty as it scorched the earth and dried the sea
Purging it of its demons

Glasses filled with moonbeams and dresses crafted from stars
Diadems of melted bones and cremated hearts
He watched from above them all
Burning the wings of butterflies and smoking cigarettes made from their ashes
Sweet smelling smoke drifting high into the void

Sometimes, it’s very difficult to trust you.
The butterflies in my stomach are alive again
But not because of love
This time
It’s because of incertitude
You changed
The sparkle in your eyes is gone
Your smile is so fake
Your chest is so cold
So I know
It’s not my brain
It’s your attitude

i've talked you all off ledges,
balancing on my own,
but honestly,
i don't care.
i rather like the feeling of uncertainty,
the butterflies that can
quite literally fly me off the edge.
i rather like the sweetness of the wind,
the cool air,
head in the clouds.
i rather like the view of the stars,
beautiful constellations
distracting me from my thoughts.
i rather like that my legs can swing
back and forth and back again
almost like a kid again.
i rather like seeing the city from above,
people milling about aimlessly,
a little adrenaline to spice up the view.
i rather like being on the ledge
nowhere to go but down,
sure, it's a little cramped,
but it's okay, I suppose.

I never knew
If you gave me butterflies
Or just made my stomach hurt

The butterfly breaks
From its crystal prision
Cause by it’s suffering
Frees her wings
Electric blue wings
The colour of peace.
As a catapiller
It was suffering
Limited in ability
No she is free
To start a new chapter
In her life.