my soul just thinks your soul is pure magic…

my soul
just thinks your soul
is pure magic

– butterflies rising

summer air, freedom,
and you

– butterflies rising

as the summer sets in and as
this moment softens all the fear between us,
there are only two things i need to feel in this skin…
to be free… and to be against yours.

– summer air, freedom,
and you

– butterflies rising

you soften me.

– butterflies rising

the way you are…
how much you feel,
how you move, how you love…
you are such light. such brilliant light.
you are meant to be with someone
who is shifted by you,
whose soul is here to be shaken by you,
don’t waste one more tender breath
that you have in your chest on
someone who was only ever there
to break your heart.

– butterflies rising

my cherry lip gloss stain on your cheek…
and how you gripped to keep the car door closed
as if you were afraid opening it would mean
everything we felt in that moment would fall out
never again to be contained

– butterflies rising

you close your heart
and you think it is a safety,
but it is a violence against yourself
in the quietest of ways,
yes, quiet, but still a violence,
a brutal, aching violence,
and to love, it is bravery,
and no small bravery,
but a fearless, grand reach into
an uncontrollable unknown,
yes, an uncertainty,
but maybe, what a beautiful unknown

– butterflies rising