a wild rebellion…

love like a wild rebellion

– butterflies rising

he said,
close your eyes for just one moment
and imagine…
what if everything you fear is an illusion,
and all these things you dream
are what is real

he wanted me to believe in the universe

– butterflies rising

i just get
captured by his vocabulary…

and it isn’t in perfect grammar
or in fancy words,
but in how, and why, and when
he chooses words

there’s just something
in the moments, and in the places,
and in the because…
and it’s in this way that only he does

it feels like… fingerprints,
or just this little glimpse into how,
and why, and who he is.

– butterflies rising

fire and wild and art and love
and sugar and soul.

– butterflies rising

passion.
and vulnerability.
fire and wild and art and love
and sugar and soul.
a pull towards the stars;
an ache to be more free…
to feel. so. alive.
with a need to feel things deeper
and sweeter and closer,
and a heart that changes shape
when something moves you.
it’s all so beautiful.
so let go of the ways this
world says you’re supposed to be
and feel all of the ways
that your soul is.

– butterflies rising

…tangled up in heartbeats and
bite marks and body heat

– butterflies rising

you and i,
we get restless, and we run wild,
and we need more than
an ordinary love and a tamed life
because some aches are made of everything.
we crave everything. from the soul-deep
to being tangled up in heartbeats
and bite marks and body heat;
we’re driven by our instincts,
and we get drunk on moonlight,
and god, how we need a life made of
things we can chew on,
and we need nights where we find ourselves
when we lose a little sleep
and we feel the passion in our chests like kerosene…
so i’ll go with you if you’ll come with me…
and we’ll burn… we’ll run… we’ll love.