Dammed Butterflies

They wont stop floating around inside.

I wish these dammed butterflies would leave me alone.

I think about her near constantly.

So the butterflies are near constantly flapping about.

It's gotten even worse here lately.

I even dream of her.

Every morning I wake up and I'm disappointed that it was all a dream. 

The things I've seen, you'd think we had lay before.

I've invented her life for me.

Admiring from afar is kind of creepy to begin with. 

Creating her in your mind is even creepier.

But if she is the right girl for me.

She'll see that this isn't creepy.

It's the plea of a hopeless romantic.

Silent cries don't even echo.

Why would I dare to think she would hear my frantic calls.

I need to feel the rhythm of her heart beat against my own. 

It's a desperate feeling.

Seeing something you want so bad being thrown away by someone else.

Seeing the one you love more than anything else in the entire world being hurt.

There's absolutely nothing you can do about it for the time being.

Wait for the incision and be their to mend the wound.

That's all there is to be done.

Yet still... I wish I could do more.

There is nothing else.

As if a whisper could turn your eyes blind to the rose at your cheeks.

The first words of love I ever uttered to her.

Brilliant right?

I could feel her blush through the phone.

Reviews

[roy mccarthy]

nice poem!