To the Butterflies

Butterfly, explain to me

How did this happen?

I walked carefully

I'm lost for words

Reading between the lines

Leave me breathless, undefined

Angst and hope, they contradict

Your wings aflutter,

fine and quick

Create a spark, pure attraction

Melt the ice

an equal reaction

Wings of gossamer

Intangible weight

Strike a balance, complicate

Unique deftness, a twofold gift

Makes me nervous

Constant shift

Defying logic, thing I hate

Excite a fire

Anticipate

I look to you, one of flight

Dance a bit closer

This feels right

Anticipation, read my mind

     I'm excited. I'm nervous and I'm scared of getting my hopes up, and I'm definitely scared of being disappointed, but my excitement triumphs over them all. I'm at the point where the possibilities are still endless, and it's becoming increasingly difficult to contain my emotions despite rational thought. I'm excited to have the chance to explore something I've always wanted to do but never had the chance, and I'm excited to do it with you there. I'm excited to do something new. And in spite of myself and all the promises I made, I can't help hoping that this will change everything. I feel like it could. I feel like it will. I wonder if you can read my mind.

     I wonder if you're hoping as hard as I am.