There's butterflies in my stomach.
As expected.
But when I sit and truly think about you?
The butterflies want out.
They bang on the lining of my tummy, trying to break free.
They multiply and multiply.
Then they move in between my hips and down to my legs.
They multiply and multiply.
Then they fly into my throat.
Butterflies take up too much space to breath.
They multiply and multiply.
Then they fill my head,
They dance and swim.
But then they poke at my brain.
It hurts.
I start to tear.
They make me feel funny but excited.
I too want to break free.
The only way out is through my mouth.
Whether it be a scream,
or a laugh,
or a kiss.
With a kiss,
you can have some butterflies too.
Then they can share our stomachs.