my safe space…
is in the wild open.
where there’s growing space
and soul-searching space,
and where my fire is bright,
and my wings are wide,
and my breathing is all its own…
and where i can always feel the way
my heart beats on its own.
– butterflies rising
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i’m such an easy mark for the way that
forever is such a pretty word off
the corner of your smile
– butterflies rising
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love,
from a deep ache, that steals breath…
entangled hands and skin and
wild rebellion
– butterflies rising
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breathe easy now…
you don’t have to carry other
people’s heavy anymore
– butterflies rising
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the stretching of his heart walls…
and all those flowers growing
from his chest
– butterflies rising
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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
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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
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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
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you cannot try to silence
a collective pain for so long and not
expect a collective rage to eventually come.
– butterflies rising
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i spent so long aching for him to be good to me,
to just let someone be good to me…
it’s a whole new muscle memory
my heart still has to learn.
– butterflies rising
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