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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heartbeats and bite marks and body heat…

we crave everything. from the soul-deep to being tangled up in heartbeats and bite marks and body heat

you and i,
we get restless, and we run wild,
and we need more than
an ordinary love and a tamed life
because some aches are made of everything.
we crave everything. from the soul-deep
to being tangled up in heartbeats
and bite marks and body heat;
we’re driven by our instincts,
and we get drunk on moonlight,
and god, how we need a life made of
things we can chew on,
and we need nights where we find ourselves
when we lose a little sleep
and we feel the passion in our chests like kerosene…
so i’ll go with you if you’ll come with me…
and we’ll burn… we’ll run… we’ll love.

– butterflies rising

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