the boys who bleed flowers and fire…

the boys who bleed flowers and fire

he’s got
a little mischief
in his smile and
a little wild in his eyes,
but there’s bleeding
in that heart
and a whole lot of
passion in that soul,
and he doesn’t just
make you feel things…
he lets himself feel
it all, too.

– the boys who bleed flowers and fire

– butterflies rising

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love languages (blood + sugar + love + magic)…

love languages (blood + sugar + love + magic)

love languages…

blood + fire… the wild. the passionate.
the visceral things that burn in your veins,
that bite at your senses, that give you a pulse

sugar + flowers… the sweet. the soft.
the vulnerable things that tender the walls
and break your heart open

love + soul… the deep. the true. the heart.
the lungs. the breathing. the wings. the free…
the things you ache for… and the ones that ache back

magic + stars… the infinite. the destined.
the things you feel beyond words, beyond bodies,
beyond… before… after… always.

– butterflies rising

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just a little…

i can get a little reckless when my heart is restless

and maybe,
sometimes i back up
just a little,
just to breathe…
to steady in me.
and maybe, sometimes,
my fingers will untangle
just a little,
just to feel…
how to be mine, all mine.
and maybe,
i can get a little reckless
when my heart is restless,
but it’s still always yours,
all yours.

– butterflies rising

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i don’t know any other way…

and maybe it's just too vulnerable a thing... this ache to feel it all so deep

and maybe
it’s just too
vulnerable a thing…
this ache to feel it all so deep,
to break myself so open,
to feel it all so sweet.
and to crave the wildest
ways that it can burn,
to let it make me
such a mess and bring me
to such an edge,
to let all be such an
untamed. passionate thing.
maybe none of this is the
safest way to love…
but i don’t know any other way.

– butterflies rising

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