A fluttering butterfly in my stomach;
A fleeting kiss in a dream;
A gentle face in my mind;
A familiar feeling sweeping over me.
My instincts say to run,
To hide,
To panic,
To leave before I fuck this up.
The memory of a kiss from a dream
Lingers like a tattoo in my mind.
I know what this is,
But that doesn't make it any less terrifying,
Any less debilitating,
Any less panic inducing.
Except I'm not terrified.
I'm not debilitated.
I'm not panicking.
"I mean, maybe it's a good thing,"
She said over text.
"The fact that you have a crush
Shows that you've healed a lot."
I typed back that I hadn't considered that part.
All I'd seen was something new,
Something I didn't know I was still capable of,
Something that caught me while vulnerable.
But maybe this is the start of something new,
Of learning how to feel again
For someone who isn't Him.
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Castles in the Sky
PoetryThis poetry and short prose collection is for the shadow girls: the girls who feel like a husk of their former selves; who dream of better days and brighter skies; who wonder if their shadows will ever truly fade with time. Content Warnings: Anxiety...