i love all those little
pretty, dirty edges where you play…
so beautiful and wild all at once.
– butterflies rising
Read More →Flowers & Fire Poetry, Flowers And Fire Poetry
i love all those little
pretty, dirty edges where you play…
so beautiful and wild all at once.
– butterflies rising
Read More →…the tennessee whiskey on his lips with the cherry lip gloss on mine
– butterflies rising
Read More →you lose all
your senses in that kind of love…
you just get wrapped up in so much sweet
and you don’t ever want to come undone.
– butterflies rising
Read More →all of it tangled up
together… his heart. her heart.
his curious fingertips… her
dangerously soft skin.
– butterflies rising
Read More →…the way a southern girl says her vowels, like the words are dipped in honey butter.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i take it all in so deeply.
and maybe i feel it a little too raw.
and a little too tender.
and when i need to let it go,
maybe my heart strangleholds it
a little too tight.
and for a little too long.
but the way i feel it when i feel it…
i touch. and i taste. and i feel. fire.
and i shift in my existence,
and the stardust burns into my skin.
so i try to be gentle with it…
with all that wild wreckage that i
barely recover from.
because there’s magic in it.
and evolution in me from it.
and because i love like an awakening
and i know what it’s like to trace a soul
in my fingertips.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the way another woman
unfolds into her own space… is her way.
and the way you unfold into your
own space… is yours.
there is nothing about holding another
woman back or tearing another woman down
that will ever set you free.
our journeys are unique and intimate…
and our freedom comes from turning inward
and putting our energy into the woman
we each want to be.
– butterflies rising
Read More →if you are someone like me,
who has struggled to find and use
your voice in this life, be gentle with
yourself as you find it. but also know…
what you think. and feel. and believe.
and have to say,
however you find your own way to say it…
it matters.
and it’s beautiful when you let your
heart spill out of you.
– butterflies rising
Read More →my cherry lip gloss stain on your cheek…
and how you gripped to keep the car door closed
as if you were afraid opening it would mean
everything we felt in that moment would fall out
never again to be contained
– butterflies rising
Read More →i love that way you smile like wild defiance…
i wanna bottle it up and use it to
fight off all my fears
– butterflies rising
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