InfiniteInsanity

They lied.

Butterflies are not for when

you are nervous.

Those are bubbles.

Bubble thoughts

Bubble emotions

Bubble movements

But butterflies...

those are for hugs

and kisses

holding hands

goodbyes and hellos

and knowing 

you didn't mess up too much

to be forgiven

and to move on

and improve

because those three words

stay the same

And the butterflies

aren't in my stomach

They're on my arms

dancing up and down

and all around

And they are so scudding happy

you almost wouldn't

be able to believe it.

Because moments earlier

there was nothing

No bubbles

No butterflies

No smiles

No frowns

Nothing 

At all

Just empty

Then somehow

Someway

(it must have been magic)

He made the butterflies

come back