wolves and lovers…

wolves and lovers…

wolves and lovers,
restless and running wild,
we need more than an ordinary love
and a tamed life
because some aches are made of everything.
craving. everything. from the soul-deep to
being tangled up in heartbeats and
bite marks and body heat…
driven by instincts and drunk on moonlight,
we need a life made of things
we can chew on,
and nights where we find ourselves
when we lose a little sleep
and we feel the blood in our veins
and 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.

– butterflies rising

…wolves and lovers, restless and running wild

– butterflies rising

all
that destiny
in those wild eyes,
so much passion in
that wild heart,
all the marks on you
and the strength in you
from the mountains within you
that you’ve scaled to get here…
so. many. moons. in you
…it’s beautiful.

– butterflies rising

this love will touch.
taste. feel. like fire…
and your soul will stir
and your heart will race
and the awakenings
will come again and again.
and just. the existence of them…
who they are… how they are…
it will create all those hurricanes
that you feel in your chest walls.

and that’s how you’ll know.
because if they are for you…
you’ll feel it in your chest walls.

– butterflies rising

if they are for you…
you’ll feel it in your chest walls.

– butterflies rising

artists and lovers...

maybe,
you’ll lose a little sleep
and the sanity will waver…
but you’ll trade it for the dreams.
for the bleeding of the colors
and the escape from time.
and maybe the peace will take turns with the chaos,
but this love will touch. taste. feel. like fire…
and your soul will stir
and your heart will race
and the art will breathe
and the awakenings will come again and again.
and just. the existence of them…
who they are… how they are…
it will create all those hurricanes
that you feel in your chest walls.

and that’s how you’ll know.
because if they are for you…
you’ll feel it in your chest walls.

– butterflies rising

to the artists and lovers…

maybe you’ll lose a little sleep
and the sanity will waver… but you’ll
trade it for the dreams and for the bleeding
of the colors and the escape from time,
and your soul will stir, and your heart will race,
and the art will breathe, and the awakenings
will come again and again and again…

– butterflies rising

he’s got a little
mischief in his smile
and a little wild in his eyes,
but there’s bleeding in that heart
and a whole lot of passion in that soul,
and he doesn’t just make you feel things…
he lets himself feel it all too.

– the boys who bleed flowers and fire

– butterflies rising

sugar + flowers… the sweet. the soft. the vulnerable things that tender the walls and break your heart open

love languages…

blood + fire… the wild. the passionate.
the visceral things that burn in your veins,
that bite at your senses, that give you a pulse

sugar + flowers… the sweet. the soft.
the vulnerable things that tender the walls
and break your heart open

love + soul… the deep. the true. the heart.
the lungs. the breathing. the wings. the free…
the things you ache for… and the ones that ache back

magic + stars… the infinite. the destined.
the things you feel beyond words, beyond bodies,
beyond… before… after… always.

– butterflies rising

destiny in those wild eyes

– butterflies rising

you walk in
like a sure thing…
and i don’t mean
easy skin,
i mean sure love and
steady hands,
all that destiny in those wild eyes,
so much passion in that wild heart,
all the marks on you
and the strength in you
from the mountains within you
that you’ve scaled to get here…
it’s beautiful.
so many moons in you.
all to find your way to this light that’s
burning for you within me.

– butterflies rising

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wolves and lovers…

wolves and lovers, restless and running wild…

so many moons in you: destiny in those wild eyes…

this love will touch. taste. feel. like fire…

if they are for you… you’ll feel it in your chest walls…

artists and lovers… maybe, you’ll lose a little sleep and the sanity will waver…

to the artists and lovers… maybe, you’ll lose a little sleep and the sanity will waver

the boys who bleed flowers and fire…

love languages (blood + sugar + love + magic)…

destiny in those wild eyes…

you walk in like a sure thing…