love and wandering…

i just wildflower open... soft. vulnerable.

when i get close,
and when i let walls fall…
i become a wild mess.
and i get fully disarmed.
i just wildflower open… soft. vulnerable.
and i become such an easy mark for the way
that forever is such a pretty word off the
corner of your smile… and god,
how it feels like the sweetest. thing.
and i swear it… that stars shine brighter,
and skin feels even softer,
and songs sink in a little deeper,
and the words are the sweetest. sugar.
and they mean ten times, a hundred times,
all the times more… and i feel it all like
lightning and soul-imprint in my marrow.
and it’s beautiful. and it’s terrifying.
because my safe space… is in the wild open,
where there’s growing space and soul-searching space,
and where my fire is bright and my wings are wide
and my breathing is all its own and i can always
feel the way my heart beats on its own…
with me over here. and you over there.
and i don’t know if my heart will ever
settle it… the way everything
is more beautiful when i’m in love,
but i feel so much stronger
when i’m not.

– butterflies rising

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in the wild open…

my safe space… is in the wild open. where there’s growing space and soul-searching space

my safe space…
is in the wild open.
where there’s growing space
and soul-searching space,
and where my fire is bright
and my wings are wide
and my breathing is all its own…
and where i can always feel the way
my heart beats on its own.

– butterflies rising

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love her flowers and fire…

love her flowers and fire

he loved my fire…
as long as i was held tight within his grasp.
but when i was out of his line of sight,
i’d better be somewhere
soft-voiced and southern-charmed,
sitting still and not looking too pretty.
and so i made myself sweeter and smaller
and less and less and less, for his fears…
and in the end, he still couldn’t love me.
and i didn’t love me either.
but i’m slowly starting to…
and i want to love all of me.

so the next time a boy wants to bring me flowers,
he has to want to love my fire too.

– butterflies rising

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she’s got all that wildflower energy in her veins…

she’s got all that wildflower energy in her veins - butterflies rising

she’s butterfly-wild,
chasing all those inner fires,
her restless spirit
aching for something beautiful,
reaching for something more,
so flower-sweet and fire-wild,
she’s got all those big dreams
inside of her taking hold and
trying to stretch her, trying to grow her,
her wandering spirit
aching to find its way to open air,
searching for something golden
and sun-kissed,
reaching for so. much. more.
craving an untamed freedom
that tastes like pulse, and heartbeat,
and deep breath, and wild skin.
and she feels it all. and she will find it.
because she’s meant for it…
she’s got all that wildflower energy
in her veins.

– butterflies rising

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