the boys who bleed flowers and fire…

the boys who bleed flowers and fire

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

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everything beautiful i can’t make sense of…

you are the sweetest feeling i know – butterflies rising

you’re out there
and i’m here wishing i could
reach for you as easy
as a star could cross a sky…
just fall across your chest
and feel it all again.
your way of settling my madness with
that soft… slow… “baby” late at night,
and how you feel like everything beautiful
i can’t make sense of.
it’s a dangerously pretty edge
when you’re here,
but there’s a wild ache when you’re not
and my axis pulls and pulls to
wherever you are.
i still feel you, and i miss you
and i miss you…
you are the sweetest
feeling i know.

– butterflies rising

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angst and ache and wild mess…

give me your tender and your fire. your angst and ache and wild mess.

give me your tender and your fire. your angst
and ache and wild mess. all of it broken open,
nothing less. i want passion and raw vulnerability…
the stretching of your heart walls and all those
flowers growing from your chest.

– butterflies rising

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the tender and the fire…

give me the tender and the fire. i want the angst and ache and wild mess.

give me
the tender and the fire.
i want the angst and ache
and wild mess.
all of it broken open,
nothing less.
because there’s just nothing else
that can disarm me like that.
it completely takes me apart…
a man’s passion and
raw vulnerability,
the stretching of his heart walls
and all those flowers growing
from his chest.

– butterflies rising

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a fire in that kiss…

a fire in that kiss that always came from your own lips

that kiss…
it’s a bitter taste now.
and god, how it felt like love,
and then it turned into
such. brutal. pain.
but you make sure you
keep loving deep.
and keep your heart wilder than wild,
because someday you’ll breathe it
all out as stardust and art…
and there was a fire in that kiss
that always came from
your own lips.

– butterflies rising

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