butterflies

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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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