Author’s Note
People call it butterflies.
But butterflies feel bright, airy, daytime.
This feels different.
This feels nocturnal. Drawn to light.
A little dangerous. A little beautiful.
A little inevitable.
This piece is about that shift—when attraction doesn’t feel like nerves, but like gravity. When someone walks past all your defenses without even trying.
And you realize the thing flutter inside you isn’t innocent.
It’s intentional.
— Rowan Evans
But this feels nocturnal.
I’ve Got Moths In My Stomach
Poetry by Rowan Evans
They say this feeling
that I’m feeling is—
butterflies in my stomach.
They say I should love it,
but it feels
a little too gothic.
I think they might be moths,
because they flutter more—
when the day fades into
night’s decay.
It’s beautiful.
The way they respond
to the light in you.
Dancing to a hidden beat,
wings fluttering, happy feet—
heat pulling like a vivid dream,
thoughts of you,
slip through
seams unseen.
And there is no defense for this—
you leave me defenseless. It’s
insane, how easy it is.
You just walked right by
everything I ever learned
to keep me safe.
If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]
Poetry by Rowan Evans 