eye contact and a lip bite
– butterflies rising
Read More →sometimes
we love
in fingertip touch…
and it’s
just as close as
we can get
– butterflies rising
Read More →love like breathing…
i think love is breath…
you breathe in, and come close,
and feel this, and feel me,
and feel it all,
and it takes you all in…
so you breathe out, and step back,
and feel you, and feel it all,
and take yourself in…
until you breathe in again
i think there has to be that breathing,
there have to be those exhales…
that space to take in new air and to
breathe back into yourself
i just think there’s breathing,
i think love should feel like breathing
– butterflies rising
Read More →i feel you
at 3am when
my heart is too restless.
when my. heart. feels…
like life has to hold more than this.
it has to. because i feel you.
in ways i don’t understand
but, somehow… understand.
like some sort of north light,
or that fallen star at 11:11
when i wish,
when i breathe in
and it feels like light,
when i breathe out
and all the heavy i’ve ever known just… fades.
all these little ways that i. feel. you.
and you’re not here.
but you’re everywhere.
you’re in everything.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i only know
how to crave
skin against skin
and my heart against
a chest
like a fingerprint
– butterflies rising
Read More →i love in heartbeats,
slow and sweet, so sweet,
and hard, and reckless,
and racing, and so close,
maybe too close…
so then running,
and reaching, and aching,
but in heartbeats, everything,
all of it, in heartbeats
– butterflies rising
Read More →i love all those little
pretty, dirty edges where you play…
so beautiful and wild all at once.
– butterflies rising
Read More →how you look at
me makes me wonder…
where do i belong if not right here.
right next to you.
breathing in all the life
under these stars until this
world ends
– butterflies rising
Read More →the sunkissed ones,
they leave a sweetness with you
that changes the
air you breathe forever
– butterflies rising
Read More →there is just no part of love that my heart does not feel as brutally intimate as it can be felt.
– butterflies rising
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