so im walking my dog along the trail behind my house.
i still am.
but a minute ago, a kid about my age rides by on a skateboard.
i look at him, and wowza.
he is cute.
and he sees me looking at him, so he slows down.
and get this yall, he looked me UP AND DOWN
and he says,
"yo. sick hair."
and im like, hyperventilating
and i wheeze out a
"t-thanks"
and feel my face heating up a little bit, followed by a feeling i havent felt in a while.
a-are those....?
butterflies...?
holy shit.
we will come back to that.
so i watch my prince on wheels
ride away on his skateboard
with his blond hair
and his vans backpack with flowers on it,
and i begin to think.
butterflies.
havent felt those since you left.
actually,
even during the last month or so of us,
i didnt feel much of anything at all.
does that mean...?
could there be life after you?
do i wait?
or do i find someone new,
who will give my butterflies use?
im not sure, but
that little flutter, i think,
may have been a letter from the universe
with my name on it.
im still deciding if i want to open it.
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Adventures, Memories, and Everything in Between
Poetrybook 1 my brain is too crowded so i made room by putting stuff in here. so you're reading my brain pretty much. enjoy <3 WARNING: mature content because of strong language and references to alcohol and probably other stuff ALSO NONE OF THE VIDEOS IN...
