everything beautiful i can’t make sense of…

you are the sweetest feeling i know – butterflies rising

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

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all this mess inside my head…

he said,
what do you want?
i said… you.
he said,
no. i want to know what
you want… for you.

i want…
to search. and stretch.
and grow. and glow.
and drip myself in
wild creativity,
and burn and breathe at once
in this skin. in these lungs.
wings untethered,
under the moon,
into the sky,
and to dream big and bigger
and biggest,
and to feel free in here…
inside my anxious chest.
to just. feel. free.
and to have the universe
say… yes, you are worthy of all this.

and yes… you.
…the way you give me butterflies
and adrenaline highs,
and who you are, and how you are,
and how you think and speak and
feel and exist and move,
and there’s this feeling when you
look at me…
i think this is maybe love…
how you actually give a damn about
all this mess inside my head.

– butterflies rising

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even if it is madness…

even if it is madness to do so, i will let myself feel you.

even if it is
madness to do so,
i will let myself feel you.
and even if it is through
madness to find you,
i will search for you.
and no matter how far
and wide we wander,
how. desperately.
we lose our way…
i will look for you
in every lifetime,
until we finally stay.

– butterflies rising

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i hope you can hear this…

i hope you
can hear this…
when your soul
is suffocating from all the
things you just. can’t. say.
as they chew at your chest
and you ache and crumble
until you become nothing
but mess and madness
gutted. on the floor.
and in the dark.
and it’s so. dark.
that even the moon hides
and the stars go quiet
and anything that ever
sounded like a way out
just. goes. quiet.
i hope you hear this…
it’s been so. damn. hard.
but you’ve been so brave.

– butterflies rising

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the sweet and wild rebellion in you…

the sweet and wild rebellion in you…

the poetry
in those eyes…
those dreamer’s eyes
learning to see in the dark.
and all that beautiful madness
tangled in your hair.
toes dangling over the edge,
testing a new universe.
it’s ok to take small steps and deep breaths, love…
but also, let yourself start to take up your space.
and don’t you dare say you’re sorry when you do.
and you’ll be rejected for these wings, these fires,
for this sweet and wild rebellion in you.
but these are such. beautiful. things.
so keep choosing you…
because nothing will matter if you reject you.

if it needs you small, don’t let it hold you anymore.
don’t let anything that needs you
ordinary tame you ever again.

– butterflies rising

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the wild wreckage…

i take it all in so deeply. and maybe i feel it a little too raw. and a little too tender

i take it all in so deeply.
and maybe i feel it a little too raw.
and a little too tender.
and when i need to let it go,
maybe my heart strangleholds it
a little too tight.
and for a little too long.
but the way i feel it when i feel it…
i touch. and i taste. and i feel. fire.
and i shift in my existence,
and the stardust burns into my skin.
so i try to be gentle with it…
with all that wild wreckage that i
barely recover from.
because there’s magic in it.
and evolution in me from it.
and because i love like an awakening
and i know what it’s like to trace a soul
in my fingertips.

– butterflies rising

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that’s how you’ll know…

if they are for you... you'll feel it in your chest walls - butterflies rising

this love will touch.
taste. feel. like fire…
and your soul will stir
and your heart will race
and the awakenings
will come again and again.
and just. the existence of them…
who they are… how they are…
it will create all those hurricanes
that you feel in your chest walls.

and that’s how you’ll know.
because if they are for you…
you’ll feel it in your chest walls.

– butterflies rising

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