the stretching of his heart walls…
and all those flowers growing
from his chest
– butterflies rising
Read More →the stretching of his heart walls…
and all those flowers growing
from his chest
– butterflies rising
Read More →give me
the tender and the fire.
i want the angst and ache
and wild mess.
all of it broken open,
nothing less.
because there’s just nothing else
that can disarm me like that.
it completely takes me apart…
a man’s passion and
raw vulnerability,
the stretching of his heart walls
and all those flowers growing
from his chest.
– butterflies rising
Read More →give me
your tender and your fire…
all of it broken open, nothing less.
the stretching of your heart walls and all those
flowers growing from your chest.
– butterflies rising
Read More →give me your tender and your fire. your angst
and ache and wild mess. all of it broken open,
nothing less. i want passion and raw vulnerability…
the stretching of your heart walls and all those
flowers growing from your chest.
– butterflies rising
Read More →when you can feel
the remarkable, uncommon
texture of your soul,
you can’t imagine letting anyone close
who isn’t perfectly meant to
intertwine with it
– butterflies rising
Read More →he said,
do you want me here
close. soft with you.
or should i light it all up
and run wild with you…
i said, yes.
– butterflies rising
Read More →what if only,
when you feel
her reaching for you,
you could reach too.
maybe go a little higher.
just let yourself stretch.
and let your heart grow.
what if only,
instead of pulling away,
instead of trying to pull her down,
you could just go a little higher.
you could let her fire be bright.
and you could let your fear be small.
what if only
you could let the way you see
yourself be stretched…
you could let your whole. soul. grow.
i know you wonder what it could be like…
if maybe it’s beautiful there.
so what if only…
– butterflies rising
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