soul-tangled
with you.
you were an imprint here
before we touched wild skin.
you were a feeling. a sense.
and now
you’re an instinct. a gravity.
with. you.
my heart has no defense.
i feel chemicals with you.
my skin remembers you.
and when our bodies have to
untangle and let this life turn over
you’ll be just a feeling
and just a sense…
but only until
we’re skin to skin again.
– butterflies rising
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Wildfire Heart…
it’s breathtaking,
how your heart spills out of you
so achingly soft, and so chaotically unsure,
but as if the entire world catches fire
and you’re wanting to just be
so in love with it all
– butterflies rising
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the way you are…
how much you feel,
how you move, how you love…
you are such light. such brilliant light.
you are meant to be with someone
who is shifted by you,
whose soul is here to be shaken by you,
don’t waste one more tender breath
that you have in your chest on
someone who was only ever there
to break your heart.
– butterflies rising
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this way you
so gently, yet confidently
ask me to grow,
you are flowers and fire
so softly, yet knowingly
awakening me
to all of these things
i want to become
– spring
– butterflies rising
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everything in you
is meant to be felt by someone
who loves as raw in their nerves
and as full in their blood,
and could never be unaffected by you
– fire
– butterflies rising
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what if the raging inside of you is something beautiful…
your curiosity stretching and your soul stirring
– butterflies rising
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…maybe it’s brutal when you have to let it fall from your hands, but god, how beautiful it feels while you’re holding it.
– butterflies rising
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maybe
it tangles with chaos
and loses hold of safe and sane…
but that kind of love will be like wildfire.
and the way they touch you
will feel like wildfire.
and your heart…
it will take everything in like it’s on fire.
and it may be heavy on your soul when it breaks you,
but only because you burned so deep for it.
maybe it’s brutal when you have to let it
fall from your hands,
but god, how beautiful it feels
while you’re holding it.
– butterflies rising
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