what you go to just because you’re lonely isn’t love…

what you go to just because you’re lonely
isn’t love. but what you’re drawn to when you
catch fire… that’s where you’ll find love.

– butterflies rising

let’s lose ourselves
in wild creativity and glow.
and burn and breathe at once in our skin.
out of our lungs.
pouring the aches from our chests.
with our wings wide open.

– butterflies rising

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

passion in my chest like kerosene

– butterflies rising

her fire is drawn to your fire

– butterflies rising

the way he loved her untamed,
with breathing room and growing space.
letting her have wings and fires burning…
how he’d just watch the light play with
the glow in her skin.

– butterflies rising