Inside me there’s a nervous struggle

Trying to form the words in my heart

To the magic of love I’m a muggle

Gazing at her, I don’t know where to start



I can barely stand all the fluttering

Those butterflies with razor sharp wings

My words no more than nervous stuttering

But hers is a beautiful song that she sings



With each delicate wing that beats

My heart soars to rest in my throat

When she speaks, the beating does increase

I feel my entire body start to float



Breath taken by my romantic desires

Losing my ability to speak

Wings flapping faster, no sign that they’ll tire

In her presence I’m vulnerable and weak



Inside me a cyclone is brewing

That unbalances all of my thoughts

Any poetic words I have blooming

Are tying my stomach in knots



Being near her I’m filled with shy anxiety

The butterflies gather more speed

At the mercy of their wings entirely

Confused about how to proceed



I wish I knew how to set them free

To fly in the open air

Fluttering in my chest consumes me

Exposing feelings that are truly beyond compare



Cameron D Hamilton 08/08/2016



19 thoughts on “Butterflies

  1. Eric

    “To the magic of love, I’m a muggle”…I don’t know why but you had me sold on this line. Those damned razor-winged butterflies, how I remember them fondly.

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    1. I had two lines when I started this, muggles and razor sharp wings. I’m glad you liked the muggle use, I hate pop culturing my work but that line was too perfect not to use.
      Well if you want some of mine you’re welcome to them 😄 Apparently I have more that the average afflicted man 😊

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  2. Excellent imagery as always! You write so well of feelings that all of us as humans have experienced at one time or another, and I admire that vulnerability. And of course…the muggle line was superb. 😉

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    1. Ahaha!!! That muggle line is possibly the best recieved line I’ve ever written and I’m rather proud of it.
      Thank you so much for the kind words, I so so love to delve into those bittersweet vulnerabilities they’re beautiful to reach and I hope to evoke aching as a reader to help that poor exposed heart ❤

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  3. I’m more fascinated by how the butterfly wings are razor sharp. Usually you think of butterflies in your tummy as a warm soft fluttering. Razor sharp sounds like this person is ripping me to shreds, from the inside out…I love it.

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  4. It was one of the two lines I started with. I adored that concept that the butterflies tear at you it’s an aching that is sheer pain, it consumes you and the only relief you can get is by winning over the heart of the object of your affections

    Oh how I’ve experiences these butterflies. Amazing but agonising


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