I wish I could control the butterflies in my chest, make them fly for someone more attainable. Someone I know loves me. I build relationships brick by brick but one word from you and they come tumbling down again. Those butterflies tearing through my lungs. And there you are. Standing outside the chaos. Bright eyed and honest in a way I wish I could be. Sure and unsure, I step towards you... and you turn and walk away. It's these damn butterflies. They won't fly for anyone else.
