…maybe it’s brutal when you have to let it fall from your hands, but god, how beautiful it feels while you’re holding it.
– butterflies rising
Read More →while you’re holding it…
how beautiful it feels while you’re holding it…
maybe
it tangles with chaos
and loses hold of safe and sane…
but that kind of love will be like wildfire.
and the way they touch you
will feel like wildfire.
and your heart…
it will take everything in like it’s on fire.
and it may be heavy on your soul when it breaks you,
but only because you burned so deep for it.
maybe it’s brutal when you have to let it
fall from your hands,
but god, how beautiful it feels
while you’re holding it.
– butterflies rising
Read More →sun-flavored love…
Sun-flavored Love…
i’ve learned that
i deserve more than a starved love…
that kind where you feed off of me
because you can’t fill yourself
i deserve rich love, extra love
abundant and sun-flavored and overflowing on me
because you’re full within yourself
– butterflies rising
Read More →choices…
i hope you know
you matter now
chosen by no one
belonging to yourself
i hope you go on
living in skin untouched by anything that your
sovereignty did not bless into your existence
and breathing air that holds no can’ts
and carries no words
of how a woman
should or should not be
– choices
– butterflies rising
Read More →let go and run wild with me…
i’ve learned to be gentle with that part of me that takes it in so deeply…
i’ve learned to
be gentle with that part of
me that takes it in so deeply
and holds on to it for far too long,
that’s also the part of me that loves
like an awakening and knows what it’s like
to trace a soul in my fingertips
– butterflies rising
Read More →you’re in my stars…
my defenses…
the way she looks at him…
the way she looks at him…
as if his smile is the only thing
that could possibly matter
– butterflies rising
Read More →how powerful music can be…
…some songs are just barely becoming safe again,
and some songs maybe never will be.
and i think that’s just how powerful music can be.
it’s such an aesthetic in our existence. we feel so much
from it, and because of it, and through it… and
so it can break us completely open in heartbreak,
but i wouldn’t trade that for how much it makes us feel
alive and free and infinite, and in love, in all of
the beautiful moments.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the way he looks at her…
the way he looks at her…
as if her smile is the only thing
that could possibly matter
– butterflies rising
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