a wildflower on fire…

she's a wildflower on fire - butterflies rising

she’s a
wildflower on fire
with all that
sweet soul sugar
making your heart. beat.
and your skin cells rise,
she’s wild butterflies,
and the way she looks at you
under a wild moon
making your pulse move,
her beautiful chaos
asking you
to dig deep into that
passion in your bones and
bleed out all those beautiful
things that your own
wildfires hold.

– butterflies rising

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this chaos in us is beautiful…

this chaos in us is beautiful

let yourself just
feel for a moment.
head quiet.
heart,
however… wherever… all over.
then maybe you could
see what i see…
how this chaos in us
is beautiful.
and how we don’t have
to sort it out.
if you want,
we could tell each other
everything,
but we could also say nothing,
and let this be enough.
because just this,
it’s everything.
and just you…
it’s more than enough.

– butterflies rising

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love her flowers and fire…

love her flowers and fire

he loved my fire…
as long as i was held tight within his grasp.
but when i was out of his line of sight,
i’d better be somewhere
soft-voiced and southern-charmed,
sitting still and not looking too pretty.
and so i made myself sweeter and smaller
and less and less and less, for his fears…
and in the end, he still couldn’t love me.
and i didn’t love me either.
but i’m slowly starting to…
and i want to love all of me.

so the next time a boy wants to bring me flowers,
he has to want to love my fire too.

– butterflies rising

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