Assorted love poems probably copy+pasted from notes

no 3

I exist

I exist only in my mind and in the minds of those around me,
But you could never prove that I exist,
You could never prove that I've walked these meadows, or touched any hearts.
Because I do not trod like others before me, but glide ever so slightly across the ground.
I exist only as a ghost exists, evasive, and never sure,
But I exist

Yes, it is a lonesome existence that of a ghost's; I am only a watcher, an audience to your smiles, your tears, and your laughter.
I am not a participant, and when I am I hope you'll never hear or look at me;
I am not a ghost because I've been cast out,
Rather I am a ghost because I know nothing else.
I am a ghost for the same reason butterflies are butterflies,
why they're so beautiful, so graceful, and so colorful, why so are you- butterflies were meant to be seen to be loved to be admired,
While ghost's are so timid so dim and transparent, ghost's are meant to feel to see and admire.
To witnesses,
even for just a moment
A butterflies color