
…we love in distant heartbeats
– butterflies rising
Read More →sometimes,
we just can’t come close
and not get hurt.
this life, it can be so hard for lovers here.
our hearts hidden
in heavy human stories,
our hearts wrapped up
in so much hurt.
and you bruise each other at the touch.
and you both go a little mad along the way.
so what you feel…
it has to live somewhere in those soul places.
and how you love; it’s in distant heartbeats.
and how you hope, my god, how you hope
that maybe, just maybe, there is some other way,
in some softer place, in some kinder time
where you find a way to break. through.
and you can unbreak yourselves,
and unbreak your hearts,
and you can unfold into love,
and they can fall into you… and you can
feel them in the closest heartbeat.
– butterflies rising
Read More →can you love my restless soul
and bleeding heart… they’re falling
all over you messy and wild, just dying
to love you reckless and wild.
– butterflies rising
Read More →everything is more beautiful when i’m in love… but i feel so much stronger when i’m not.
– butterflies rising
Read More →under the sun
is where her flowers bloom,
under the moon
is where her fires burn,
out in the wild
is where her spirit breathes…
she’s meant to be wild,
so beautifully wild.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i can’t say them.
i can’t say those three words.
i can’t say it in three words…
i can’t speak these things small.
i don’t feel these things ordinary.
and i can’t look at you and feel. these. things.
and fit them into predetermined patterns
and pre-ordered packages,
or practice how to speak them
in a rented ballroom,
or repeat them as a morning habit…
these are star things, and soul things,
and all of my everything, things…
so when you say…
do you, will you?
i do, and i will…
but out here where it’s wild,
and up here where it’s infinite,
and in me where i feel you,
where i’ve always. felt. you…
even before this. and where i’ll feel you
after this, and beyond this…
so what i can’t say means nothing.
and it means everything.
and what i mean when i say to you…
burn out the stars with me
…that’s my way of asking for your forevers.
– butterflies rising
Read More →those three words…
i can’t say those three. little. words.
because…
i can’t say it in three words.
i can’t speak these things small because
i don’t feel these things ordinary.
i can’t look at you and
feel. all. these. things.
and try to fit them into predetermined
patterns or say them to you like
some sort of easy habit;
these things that i feel are star things
and soul things
and all of my everything, things.
so when you ask…
“do you?”
i do, and i will…
but out here where it’s wild
and up here where it’s infinite
and in me where i feel you,
where i’ve always. felt. you…
even before this.
and where i’ll feel you after this,
and beyond this…
so what i can’t say means nothing.
and it means everything.
and what i mean when i say to you…
burn out the stars with me
…that’s my way of asking for your forevers.
– butterflies rising
Read More →even if it is
madness to do so,
i will let myself feel you.
and even if it is through
madness to find you,
i will search for you.
and no matter how far
and wide we wander,
how. desperately.
we lose our way…
i will look for you
in every lifetime,
until we finally stay.
– butterflies rising
Read More →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 →let’s run free under starlight…
restless for our dreams and full of
wild defiance
– butterflies rising
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