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
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the way
his voice sounds,
or the words he speaks…
i can just never decide what
pulls me in more
– butterflies rising
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i’m just
too in love with love
for anything less
than that heart racing,
soul craving,
lose my breath,
and feel my infinity
in the beating of your chest
kind of love
– butterflies rising
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i never knew…
because they didn’t want me to know…
that it’s spiritual. touch is spiritual.
passion is spiritual. soul to skin…
it’s. all. spiritual.
they never told me that it could be beautiful.
that i’m beautiful. that you’re beautiful.
and all of that heat and heart
and wild intensity… it’s. beautiful.
and little by little, i’m trying to trade in
shame and fear and just let myself feel
all the things i’ve never let myself feel.
maybe then it could be something… beautiful.
– butterflies rising
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