you cannot try to silence
a collective pain for so long and not
expect a collective rage to eventually come.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the reckoning…
Category: flowers & fire
Flowers & Fire Poetry, Flowers And Fire Poetry
muscle memory…
i spent so long aching for him to be good to me,
to just let someone be good to me…
it’s a whole new muscle memory
my heart still has to learn.
– butterflies rising
Read More →it’s how she lets you know…
she writes with an ache…
yes, all of it…
he said,
do you want me here
close. soft with you.
or should i light it all up
and run wild with you…
i said, yes.
– butterflies rising
Read More →lush and love and life…
what if only…
what if only,
when you feel
her reaching for you,
you could reach too.
maybe go a little higher.
just let yourself stretch.
and let your heart grow.
what if only,
instead of pulling away,
instead of trying to pull her down,
you could just go a little higher.
you could let her fire be bright.
and you could let your fear be small.
what if only
you could let the way you see
yourself be stretched…
you could let your whole. soul. grow.
i know you wonder what it could be like…
if maybe it’s beautiful there.
so what if only…
– butterflies rising
Read More →the muse…
boys with poetry hearts…
a little reckless…
just a little…
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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