the butterflies are making me sick to my stomach
its like i will vomit any second
and it will be full of vibrant colours
the colours i have used to paint my dreams and delusions
it makes me want to throw up
thinking how giddy and geeky i become
every time the mere thoughts of you
unknowingly appear
how just one normal text of yours is enough
for me to spiral and call off all my bluff
and the thought of being nonchalant
all of it, in one mere second, becomes a disregard
the panic attacks and the haziness
makes it the worst and best thing
i have ever experienced
the more i wanna run away,
the more i want to stay
because even though it makes me crazy
it makes me feel like
i'm surrounded by a thousand yellow daisies
