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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my kind of king energy…

my kind of king energy? a sensitive king. one with a vulnerable heart underneath all his dirty edges.

my kind of king energy?
a sensitive king. one with a vulnerable heart
underneath all his dirty edges.

my kind of king energy?
a passionate king. an intense king.
anything but nonchalant… and the way he
catches fire makes my heart catch fire for him.

my kind of king energy?
a kind & compassionate king. an emotionally
intelligent king. one whose energy feels so good
that his soul can pull me in just as
easily as his smile can.

– butterflies rising

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love me youngblooded and firehearted…

love me stretched out, wing tips touching nothing but wild air... love. me. youngblooded and firehearted.

love me
stretched out,
wing tips
touching nothing
but wild air…
love. me.
youngblooded and firehearted.
and when there’s aching in me,
please say, “chase it.”
and when there’s growing in me,
please say,
“it’s beautiful.”
love this restless soul
and this bleeding heart
that are falling all over you
messy and wild
just dying to love you
reckless and wild.
love me…
and tell me how free
my lungs will always breathe
when i love you.

– butterflies rising

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