"this is once again getting dangerous-"

it got me worried,
the damned butterfly is my bread and butter
oh that's infantile
yeah? try to be the one to feel it

write poems, will you?
I beg, for your eyes to wander
pay attention, will you?
am I a creep for looking for you

got no idea what you like, how to talk
trying to gift you the best- of my heart
my queerplatonic partner- is so much better at making me smile
and yet the fluttering butterfly- lives inside of your eyes

will I will I will I
ever find the strength
do I do I do I
do I feel it again?

will it hurt as it did before,
will you like the present more,
will you think that I'm a creep
and what will my partner think?