He gives me butterflies.
Love butterflies.
Nervous butterflies.
Love butterflies.
I love them the most.
They make me love him,
more than I already do.
Nervous butterflies.
I hate them the most.
They make me feel sick.
They stop me from loving him.
E.L
- a poem about someone with anxiety falling in love with another.
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Overthinking
PoetryMy thoughts written down in godforsaken poems that don't even rhyme about unrequited love, star-crossed lovers and death. Experts from books I will never write. Quotes from books that I never used. PERSONAL
