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Chasing Butterflies in the Guise of Love
Prose Poetry
Rushing, this flutter of my heart, the open-close-open-close flap of wings in my stomach — oh, I thought this feeling would last forever as long as I had your name on my tongue.
Slipping, this crash course of a first love, the thrum-thrum-thrum of my blood every time you look my way — I would have given everything to find a fragment of peace because just being near you felt like I was dying a slow death, caught in the shreds of my own cocoon.
Collapsing, this imagined taste of a kiss that never came, the trill-trill-trill of your voice as it filters through my brain — I felt like my senses were alight, aflame, amiss every single time you drew near.
Wondering, this wanton dream of a relationship, the do-don’t-do hopes of my childish fantasies of what you feel for me — I can look back and see you as a moth camouflaged as a speckled monarch to rule my immature heart.
Smiling, this snapshot of your grin like threads tugging in knots around my beating heart, the snip-snap-shock of realizing you never felt the same — I saw all the signs too late, the green light flashing to yellow and the warning of the red to come, because I thought you could only be mine (it only made sense).
