Butterflies

The wings of butterflies kissed the inside of my stomach,

cleansing my negative mindset, as the insects crawled up,

along the bones which held my lungs together,

allowing my mouth and nose to befriend oxygen,

thus, obscuring my nervousness from your wide-rimmed glasses,

which would alert your eyes of the girl with a developing infatuation.

As the oranges of Monarchs inhabited my organs,

the butterflies continued to journey up,

swirling my left brain into my right,

creating cracks in the cocoon,

I had so tenaciously hidden in my left brain,

hoping the feelings would diminish,

my eyes would reiterate the focus of my peers,

my hands would stop waving to the boy who loved another.

Yet, the wings of these butterflies continue to expand,

never seeming to comprehend that his black pupils,

erupting in kindness and the lyrics of Brendon Urie,

will always long for another.

Ante Meridiem

Sunshine pears through windows and blinds,

Spreading, as a piercing crescendo of alarms, 

Attempt to release one from their blissful state,

Of their bones stationary, heads collapsed,

Hearts beating, free from yesterday’s tiredness.

Their pupils undertake the impossible task of neglecting continuous alarms,

Fighting against the pressure of their eyelids,

who desire to unveil the beauty hidden underneath,

To rays of sunshine, searching for eyes, and bodies, to 

Embrace in their warmth and greet for the wonderful day ahead.