flutter

summer wind, the best oxygen

the trees swaying carefully with the breeze,

and the sound of crackling sunflower seeds between your teeth was my aesthetic.

and if we're being honest here,

anything you do is my aesthetic.

the butterflies in my stomach have a habit
of fluttering out the corners of my mouth 

every single time I smile;

I smile because I remember a one-liner 
that only sounded funny through your words;

your lips always twitch when you laugh. 

I listen to the songs I sing with you

and I miss them because

they aren't the same 

without your soft voice echoing the harmony.

"Just give me a try
Been kind of hoping you might"

we are oh, so right.

and these butterflies, 

I hope they never die.