tell me the poetry you read and the song
you fall asleep with… all the art, the words,
the songs that shift you. this is what i want
to know. this is how my heart falls.
– butterflies rising
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tell me how
the mountains give you peace
and the ocean makes you restless,
about the poetry you read
and the song you fall asleep with…
i want to know the art, the words,
the songs that shift you,
and all those fears that make you bleed
and the dreams that break you open…
what’s in your heart
and what’s in your head…
this is what i want to know,
this is how my heart falls.
– butterflies rising
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tell me how
the mountains give you peace
and how the ocean makes you restless,
about the poetry you read
and the song you fall asleep with,
of any fear that makes you bleed
and every dream that breaks. you. open.
what’s in your head and what’s in your heart,
this… this is what i want to know…
this is how my heart falls.
– butterflies rising
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i don’t need
fancy ways
and shiny things,
give me
slow hands,
honest eyes,
and full attention
with ease
…give me priceless things.
– butterflies rising
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maybe i like
that you came here
to do more
than pass time, or hold your space
over there,
and i could trade my foothold
for my senses shaken,
and forgo my ability
to stay in my body,
if you want to show me
how abandon
can feel like magic
– butterflies rising
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i love in that
whole heart kind of way…
and you’ve got me
in that whole heart kind of way
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i watch everyone
move so fast
towards each other
and i think…
how beautiful it is
when it moves slow,
and takes time,
when it’s curious,
how it lingers,
all those layers to uncover,
how it feels to explore
– wanderlust
– butterflies rising
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what if we don’t ask this
to burden bear,
or heavy lift, and sift
through pain,
maybe we can do our own work,
so breath, and romance,
and what we taste like in every
color of love
can be what fills this space
– intimacy
– butterflies rising
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it’s so delicate here.
but it’s where i’m the most brutal.
it’s where my raging gets careless,
and the delicate things end up crushed.
i fight my hardest fights
trying to love the deepest love,
but i’ve never been more unkind
than i’ve been in these close quarters
…in this head, and to this heart.
and when others have been unkind,
how quick i’ve been to betray myself and just agree.
and i’ve let it all hurt so much that unworthy has felt
like the only feeling i may ever again know…
like a flower whose every last petal has been torn away and
thrown to the wind with nothing left to recognize as beautiful.
just wilted. and bare with pain.
but what if it hurts this way for a reason…
because that ache in me is the fight in me
to learn to feel different.
because somewhere deep inside i know
that i want to be delicate here… desperately.
and when they’re unkind, and when i’m unkind,
somewhere deep down, i know that i fiercely. disagree.
and there’s a wild blossom in me and it’s too beautiful
to ever just be torn away and thrown to the wind.
and there’s a tenderness that i’m made of and an intimacy
that i’m part of… one that i’m going to learn
to take such delicate care of.
– butterflies rising
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