Anything Less Than Butterflies Poem by Rebecca Vera

Is it strange to start feeling shy after months of acquaintance?

Not having anything to say, or rather, not knowing what to say.
Having someone you don’t deeply truly know on your mind all damn day.

Feeling like something has consumed you and you have no idea how.

Afraid of them walking to closely, dreading the reaction you’ll have upon inhaling their scent as they walk by.

Is it ironic to fall in love with that one being that doesn’t settle for anything less than Butterflies?