if they are for you…
you’ll feel it in your chest walls.
– butterflies rising
Read More →Tag: Relationships
artists and lovers… maybe, you’ll lose a little sleep and the sanity will waver…
artists and lovers...
maybe,
you’ll lose a little sleep
and the sanity will waver…
but you’ll trade it for the dreams.
for the bleeding of the colors
and the escape from time.
and maybe the peace will take turns with the chaos,
but this love will touch. taste. feel. like fire…
and your soul will stir
and your heart will race
and the art will breathe
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
Read More →to the artists and lovers… maybe, you’ll lose a little sleep and the sanity will waver
to the artists and lovers…
maybe you’ll lose a little sleep
and the sanity will waver… but you’ll
trade it for the dreams and for the bleeding
of the colors and the escape from time,
and your soul will stir, and your heart will race,
and the art will breathe, and the awakenings
will come again and again and again…
– butterflies rising
Read More →let me fall madly for me first…
without a fight…
beautiful…
the way you say it,
how it feels. too. good.
like quenching thirst on my skin.
how i feel too desperate to hear it…
but how i can’t let it stay because
i’m too unsure to hold it.
so please…
don’t say it.
i want to have heard it enough in
my own voice that i don’t need you to say it…
but, also… so that when you do…
i can let it fall on me without a fight
…let me fall madly for me first.
– butterflies rising
Read More →for so long i thought if i could just become. enough. that it would be enough…
for so long
i thought if i could just become. enough.
that it would be enough for him to be good to me
until i finally realized that wasn’t what he wanted.
he wanted me to be pretty enough
to be beautiful in his eyes,
but my eyes better not be too bright,
and that dress better not be too short,
and those lips better not be too full of lush and love
or talk of too much life for anyone else to see
something beautiful in me…
or heaven forbid,
for me to see something beautiful in myself.
and those dreams i had to find my voice and to spill
all the wild from my heart out into the world…
if i was chasing those dreams,
then i wouldn’t be small enough or sitting still enough as
the sure thing there waiting while he was chasing his.
the more i tried to be. enough. the more i became too much.
because underneath all the ways he needed me to be small,
“enough” is what he felt like he wasn’t.
– butterflies rising
Read More →if i could just become. enough. that it would be enough for him to be good to me…
for so long
i thought if i could just become. enough.
that it would be enough for him to be good to me
until i finally realized that wasn’t what he wanted.
he wanted me to be pretty enough
to be beautiful in his eyes,
but my eyes better not be too bright,
and that dress better not be too short,
and those lips better not be too full of lush and love
or talk of too much life for anyone else to see
something beautiful in me…
or heaven forbid,
for me to see something beautiful in myself.
and those dreams i had to find my voice and to spill
all the wild from my heart out into the world…
if i was chasing those dreams,
then i wouldn’t be small enough or sitting still enough as
the sure thing there waiting while he was chasing his.
the more i tried to be. enough. the more i became too much.
because underneath all the ways he needed me to be small,
“enough” is what he felt like he wasn’t.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the boys who bleed flowers and fire…
he’s got a little
mischief in his smile
and a little wild in his eyes,
but there’s bleeding in that heart
and a whole lot of passion in that soul,
and he doesn’t just make you feel things…
he lets himself feel it all too.
– the boys who bleed flowers and fire
– butterflies rising
Read More →even if it is madness to do so… i will look for you in every lifetime… until we finally stay…
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
Read More →love languages (blood + sugar + love + magic)…
love languages…
blood + fire… the wild. the passionate.
the visceral things that burn in your veins,
that bite at your senses, that give you a pulse
sugar + flowers… the sweet. the soft.
the vulnerable things that tender the walls
and break your heart open
love + soul… the deep. the true. the heart.
the lungs. the breathing. the wings. the free…
the things you ache for… and the ones that ache back
magic + stars… the infinite. the destined.
the things you feel beyond words, beyond bodies,
beyond… before… after… always.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the kind of eyes that mean what they say…
…the kind of eyes that mean what they say when they say all those things that eyes say
– butterflies rising
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