little fluttering butterflies in my stomach
not the ones from nerves,
the ones that make you warm,
from a complement, a pet name
or ASMR
or words that make your heart race
the butterflies that take
your shitty day and turn it around
the ones that put a smile on your face
the ones that make you feel like everything's ok
even when the sky is falling down
your love putting their arms around
the world's burning but together
you'll survive as long as you have each other
YOU ARE READING
Stupid feelings and poetry
Poetryme screaming into an empty void Content warning: dark poetry
