there are these butterflies.

and they live inside my stomach.

usually they hibernate.

sometimes they like to fly around

and make me nauseous. 

and sometimes, it’s when i’m scared.

others when i’m happy. 

and sometimes when i realize how scary my wildest dreams are.

why would i even wish for that stuff if i’m going to be so scared of it.

maybe that’s why people settle.

because they can’t handle the happiness. 

they’re scared that dreams fail and that they’ll get hurt.

or maybe they’re just scared of the butterflies in their tummies.