the way a boy with tattoos can linger…
the way i’d
trace my fingers
so slow
down your forearm
over every inch of
your tattoos,
just taking in your skin,
letting it tell me all
your stories,
even the ones you
couldn’t say…
i’m terrified i’ll always
miss that.
– butterflies rising
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the way i’d
trace my fingers
so slow
down your forearm
over every inch of
your tattoos,
just taking in your skin,
letting it tell me all
your stories,
even the ones you
couldn’t say…
i’m terrified i’ll always
miss that.
– butterflies rising
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you want to love again… but first,
you have to put to rest the unrest that you
felt with the hands you held before.
you gave that half-love your full attention for
so long, and now your heart needs to take
some space to breathe… new love needs fresh air.
– butterflies rising
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