…it’s in the way he walks in
wearing respect like a nice suit
– butterflies rising
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and you ask me…
how will i know it’s him
when he comes along?
i’ll know it’s him
by the way he walks in
wearing respect like a nice suit
and holding that
take. it. slow. magic.
with his self-love, self-required,
just radiating liberation from old men’s tales,
and because…
before he lets me love him…
it will matter that i love myself.
– butterflies rising
Read More →slow magic…
i knew it was him
by the way he walked in
wearing respect like a nice suit
and holding that
take
it
slow
magic,
with his self-love, self-required,
just radiating liberation from old men’s tales,
and because…
before he’d let me love him,
it mattered
that i love myself
– butterflies rising
Read More →suspension: let’s lose time…
love that takes me wayward…
give me love that takes me wayward,
off beaten paths and down country roads…
let’s stargaze
– butterflies rising
Read More →let’s stargaze…
give me love
that takes me wayward,
off beaten paths
and down country roads,
let’s stargaze,
we’re made for
so much more than plans
and picket fences
– butterflies rising
Read More →why else love if not to feel stars exploding in our veins…
living, breathing thunderstorms in each other’s arms…
why would
we ever ask each other
to come out from our corners
of self-safety
and crumble down our walls
for anything that wouldn’t
be as true and deep
and beautifully wild
and as gutted open and as
raging as to be living, breathing
thunderstorms in each other’s arms,
tracing our fingers through starlight…
why would i move
when i’m this. terrified. to move.
so if you’re going to ask me
to shed away my safety
…let it be for everything beautiful
imaginable under god.
– butterflies rising
Read More →fear or love…
are you fear
or are you love,
ask this of everything that wants
to be here with you
– thoughts, energy, and companions
– butterflies rising
Read More →within…
it often takes
for someone to invite us to feel it,
but never return it,
and to deprive us of it where it should’ve been,
to cause us to ache for it enough
when it’s nowhere else to be found,
for us to finally seek it within
– the love
– butterflies rising
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