it is so subtle.
this feeling that has taken up space,
in my mind.
you fill me like,
my chocolates do.
you warm me,
like the sun burns my skin in the summer.
instead of butterflies
fluttering,
it is like they are
growing.
my feelings for you are simply caterpillars,
and day by day
they eat at my conscience,
sleep through our conversations,
and grow through my in denial.
maybe one day,
this feeling,
this caterpillar,
will become a beautiful butterfly,
and flutter so steadily.
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a blooming heartache
PoetryA collection of poems that have shifted my heart, my mind, and my body to accept and live in different circumstances that the universe has put in my path. I wrote these for myself, but soon found out that other people could find salvation in them to...
