if it comes close to you, it has to be destiny-colored and deep. souled…

if it comes close to you, it has to be destiny-colored and deep. souled.

if it comes
close to you,
it has to be destiny-colored
and deep. souled.
there is too much gold in that skin
for anything but sure hands
to touch it.
there is too. much. fire. in that chest…
they’ve got to dance with your wildness
and play in your beautiful mess
and drip wild poetry on your lips
with their kiss.

if it comes close to you,
it has to feel like this.
nothing less.

– butterflies rising

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2025 is the year you can no longer stay small…

2025 is the year you can no longer stay small. and it's ok to take small steps and deep breaths, love

2025 is the year
you can no longer stay small.

and it’s ok to take
small steps and deep breaths, love,
but you also have to learn to take up
your own space. and to not say you’re sorry
when you do. and you’re going to be rejected
for these wings you’re growing and these
fires you’re starting… but these are such.
beautiful. things. they are a sweet
and wild rebellion in you.

and you have to keep choosing you.
because nothing will matter if you reject you.
so if something needs you small… you just
can’t let it hold you still anymore.

– butterflies rising

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the sweet and wild rebellion in you…

the poetry in those eyes... those dreamer's eyes learning to see in the dark.

the sweet and wild rebellion in you…

the poetry
in those eyes…
those dreamer’s eyes
learning to see in the dark.
and all that beautiful madness
tangled in your hair.
toes dangling over the edge,
testing a new universe.
it’s ok to take small steps and deep breaths, love…
but also, let yourself start to take up your space.
and don’t you dare say you’re sorry when you do.
and you’ll be rejected for these wings, these fires,
for this sweet and wild rebellion in you.
but these are such. beautiful. things.
so keep choosing you…
because nothing will matter if you reject you.

if it needs you small, don’t let it hold you anymore.
don’t let anything that needs you
ordinary tame you ever again.

– butterflies rising

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from over here, love looks so sweet. but… so. terrifying…

and i'm still learning how to be mine

from over here,
love looks so sweet.
but… so. terrifying.
because i don’t yet know how.
how to be so close to someone and not
crumble into a wild mess of love
where i lose me.
the last time i got close…
my god, how i lost me.
so much that i could barely feel me. or hear me.
and it’s the deepest ache i’ve ever known
when i can’t feel me.
so i’m still learning… how not to dim
and quiet and run and hide and tame me.
how to hold my own fire even when
my heart catches fire.
how to hold on so tight to my own depths
that even when i’m tangled deep in you…
i’m still always mine…

and i’m still learning how to be mine.

– butterflies rising

– butterflies rising

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