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Thiam; Emerald covered chalice

Based off the song/poem Butterflies by Samsa.

During this Theo is thinking about Liam
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I think I'm in love

but I've been feeling otherwise,
these flutters in my stomach aren't butterflies but cutting knives; and not the butter kind.

letters linger on his lips like lullabies

when he rolls his eyes, you'll hear a collective riddle of sighs

I think I've drowned a couple times inside his ocean coloured eyes

He could do something as simple as sit down with the grace of Olympic dives

catch him covered in mud or blood, yet he'd still overshadow any supermodel on a runway

when he wakes up in the morning he smells like vanilla essence and the bittersweet recollections of your adolescence

walk past him in the halls and if your shoulders feel the slightest brush then you might melt to liquid gold. He's nearly perfect in
almost
every
way.

But he's got shit taste in movies, ask him for his favourite titles and he always says he's down to see anything by Shymalan or Michael Bay.

And also, he's a psycho on the battlefield- it's a travesty, why can't such a fucking monster just die instead? And he does this thing where he corrects your grammar if it's wrong, and clicks his tongue; and winks, and shoots a playful finger gun as if he's won some sort of contest.

It seldom happens that he listens to my voice and doesn't chime in quick with unsolicited advice, an unapologetic tyrant of passive aggressive rivalry; ask him a question and catch a fistful of sass and irony.

but I'm no adonis either, not a glass half full kind of guy. Never an optimist, not too good at compromise, the problem is my ego's too fragile to apologise.
It's always nice to have someone who double checks you.

Although, honestly, we wouldn't be ourselves if we were different: yeah, he's clumsy and I'm reckless- those are things that we can live with. Being perfect is unrealistic;

The way I crack my knuckles too much, the obnoxious way he yawns, the way I stutter when I flirt, the way he dances to the most annoying of songs.

However, if he doesn't feel the same that's perfectly fine. I'd understand, I'm not the greatest creation of mankind.