…strong hands that can be
soft and slow against your skin
– butterflies rising
Read More →forever trying
to reconcile this hopelessly
romantic heart and this fiercely
independent soul
i’m such a soft lover…
and a wild wanderer
but i think you’re where
all of me finds home
– butterflies rising
Read More →i just like how it feels when you’re here, and maybe that’s all i know
– butterflies rising
Read More →the way your
fingers fall in mine,
and how your heart is
racing wild,
and how my heart is
racing wild…
i just feel so alive
– butterflies rising
Read More →you’re out there
and i’m here wishing i could
reach for you as easy
as a star could cross a sky…
just fall across your chest
and feel it all again.
your way of settling my madness with
that soft… slow… “baby” late at night,
and how you feel like everything beautiful
i can’t make sense of.
it’s a dangerously pretty edge
when you’re here,
but there’s a wild ache when you’re not,
and my axis pulls and pulls to
wherever you are.
i still feel you, and i miss you
and i miss you…
you are the sweetest feeling i know.
– butterflies rising
Read More →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
Read More →his hands,
how they hold such
strong character…
it’s why i fall into them
so softly
– butterflies rising
Read More →close…
it holds
all these fears,
but all this softness,
in the most
vulnerable place
we ever know
– butterflies rising
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