You never planted flowers in my lungs, nor did you ever release butterflies into my stomach. I met you and my world seemed to stop, because you were the missing part of my soul that I could never quite properly fill up. I remember the day you invaded my heart and very being. You opened the door slowly and soundlessly, making sure you were careful and unnoticeable -I saw you though, albeit you being careful you filled my heart up with your presence to the point where it became overwhelming- you shook hands with my anxiety, you hugged my depression and said a polite hello to my demons. That’s when I realized you can never release butterflies into my stomach or fill my lungs with flowers because you built yourself a home in between my ribs and the your presence didn’t leave enough room for the flowers to grow or the butterflies to glide around.
They say that if you meet someone who makes your heart race and flowers grow in your lungs then they’re not your soulmate, your soulmate should calm you down not work you up, and god am i happy that you were too allergic to flowers to plant them in my lungs