you feel like…
a terrifyingly
effortless fall
and i think
if i come closer
i would not recover
from you
and would i want to
…your beautiful gravity.
– butterflies rising
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Tag: Gravity
the exhale… i stood there in front of you…
the exhale…
i stood there
in front of you,
and i thought of everything
that had ever broken me,
i thought of everything
that had ever shattered my heart,
and in that moment when i looked at you,
i thought of how maybe i’ll tell you someday.
but for now, i just exhaled.
because all of it made sense now,
and none of it mattered
anymore.
– butterflies rising
Read More →when i look at you, the way all my senses shift…
when i look at you,
the way all my senses shift,
the way my soul sways…
it’s how i know.
– butterflies rising
Read More →in this existence of her…
in this existence of her…
in this moment
he just wanted to be in
this soft, sweet, wild, burning
existence of her
– butterflies rising
Read More →arrhythmia – you walk in, and my heart beats different…
all of you, all around me…
i want to
tangle with you,
and fall into you,
and feel all of you,
your breath, your skin,
your hands, your heart,
your everything…
all of it, all of you,
all around me
– butterflies rising
Read More →every time…
the way you carry that energy
when you come close…
it’s my undoing, every time.
– butterflies rising
Read More →some way to escape gravity…
to let him dream…
paper planes, or angel wings, anything to lift the heavy, to let him dream…
he’s always been searching for some way to escape gravity
– butterflies rising
Read More →paper planes or angel wings…
paper planes,
or angel wings, anything
to lift the heavy, to let her dream…
she’s always been searching for some
way to escape gravity
– butterflies rising
Read More →his words…
i just get
captured by his vocabulary…
and it isn’t in perfect grammar
or in fancy words,
but in how, and why, and when
he chooses words
there’s just something
in the moments, and in the places,
and in the because…
and it’s in this way that only he does
it feels like… fingerprints,
or just this little glimpse into how,
and why, and who he is.
– butterflies rising
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