Don’t ask me how I feel about you,
Because the answer is the same.
I honestly don’t know.
I know that the way I view your personality
Has changed over the years,
Which makes it confusing for me to figure out my feelings.
I don’t think I’ll ever love myself wholeheartedly,
Because if I did, I would have accepted your love.
I never think I deserve that kind of admiration.
Maybe that’s why I can only chase behind those
Who can love me less than I do.
Don’t ask me if there’s any hope,
Because the answer is still the same.
I hope you’ll find someone better
Who can love you the way you deserve to be loved.
I feel like,
I can never allow myself to be with you
Because I think too highly of you.
And I think too little of myself.
The simplest gestures
Showing that my presence
Is still wanted
Even if not needed,
Bubbles of happiness
In the chambers of my heart,
Popping one by one,
With each pop
A breath is stolen
And the aftermath
Is a stupid smile
Painted on my blushed face.
She has reached the frosty peak
Of the third mountain
From her right,
Disappointment was about
To stain her heart,
But she saw him
In the Kingdom of the West.
He wore that smile of his
With sleepy eyes
And lines around the sides.
And somehow the world
He might have lived too far away
Busy and crowded with beings
Excluding herself, but
She could not help but realise
The blessing of his existence.
She exhaled slowly
The winds of her relief
Had danced around that young man
In that blissful day.
The only day that she watched
A full journey of the star
That she and he shared.
At least we have one bright thing in common, she thought.
I can only define the butterfly sensation as the overthinking of my heart because I did feel it when i was not thinking about a guy I liked. I felt it when I was writing a poem about honesty and about me feeling nothing. So when your heart is stressed and confused, that is when your stomach reacts.