self-love… the most delicate intimacy… it’s so delicate here.

self-love... the most delicate intimacy - butterflies rising

self-love…
the most delicate intimacy

it’s so delicate here. but it’s where i’m
the most brutal. it’s where my raging gets
careless, and the delicate things end up crushed.
i fight my hardest fights trying to love the deepest love,
but i’ve never been more unkind than i’ve been
in these close quarters.
but what if this ache in me is also the fight in me
to learn to feel differently. because somewhere deep
inside i know that i want to be delicate here… desperately.
and there’s a tenderness that i’m made of and an intimacy that
i’m part of… one that i’m going to learn to take
such delicate care of.

– butterflies rising

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that there are wilder sunsets and more colors to know. that there are still answers for what’s pulling at you….

i think you have to chase it. that thing that tells you... keep. going. that there are wilder sunsets

i think
you have to chase it.
that thing that tells you…
keep. going.
that there are wilder sunsets
and more colors to know.
that there are still answers for
what’s pulling at you.
that the emptiness and heartbreak aren’t
where love will leave you because somewhere
there is a lover who will kiss you like you have
poetry and addiction on your lips and who
needs your touch and taste like
mercy on their soul.
and there are all those virgin, unfelt things in you;
still untouched and tender and unfolding.
so you have to keep searching.
for all that soul stuff.
until your intangible aches are in the flesh
and that fire within you is spilling all around you…
i think you have to keep going.

– butterflies rising

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i think you have to chase it. that thing that tells you… keep. going…

you have to keep going. there are wilder sunsets and more colors to know.

you have to keep going.
there are wilder sunsets and more colors
to know. and there are still answers for what’s
pulling at you. and i think you have to chase them…
i think you have to keep going.

– butterflies rising

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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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i’ve been letting go of heavy things and i’ve been healing a spirit…

i've been letting go of heavy things and i’ve been healing a spirit, and tending to a soul

i’ve been letting go
of heavy things

and i’ve been healing
a spirit, and tending to a soul, and
listening to a heart. and i’ve started to
exhale. and to breathe in… and to
breathe. in. a life

…and i’ve been letting go of
so, so many heavy things

– butterflies rising

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