she’s flowers and fire.
– butterflies rising
Read More →Tag: Fire
love languages (blood + sugar + love + magic)…
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
Read More →between soul and skin…
maybe tonight
we just dissolve into the stars…
leaving gravity behind,
quieting our heads and trading
all our dreams and curiosities
between soul and skin.
i just. get. restless.
and i can’t stay too human
for too long… it’s too heavy.
i need to leave the atmosphere,
or pull your soul aesthetic closer;
close enough to taste moon dust
in the back of my throat.
and whether we actually transcend
or just lose all sense…
i don’t care.
let’s break open and
scatter and spill and spill…
our wild universes
colliding under these stars.
– butterflies rising
Read More →when you catch fire…
what
you’re drawn to
when you catch fire…
that’s where
you’ll find love.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i think it’s breathtaking…
earth, fire, water, sky…
earth, fire, water, sky…
wild, soft, free… and full of flowers.
she makes everything beautiful,
everything about her is made of soul.
– butterflies rising
Read More →artists and lovers…
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
Read More →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
Read More →entangled hands and wild rebellion…
love,
from a deep ache, that steals breath…
entangled hands and skin and
wild rebellion
– butterflies rising
Read More →love my flowers and fire…
the next time
a boy wants to bring me flowers,
he has to want to love
my fire too.
– butterflies rising
Read More →never again…
never again
let your heart settle.
never. again.
hold it close
to anyone
who doesn’t see
your light-giving,
breath-stealing,
fire-starting magic…
or who sees it all,
and tries to hold
you back.
never again.
– butterflies rising
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