messy and wild…

can you love my restless soul
and bleeding heart… they’re falling
all over you messy and wild, just dying
to love you reckless and wild.

– butterflies rising

love me
stretched out,
wing tips
touching nothing
but wild air…
love. me.
youngblooded and firehearted.
and when there’s aching in me,
please say, “chase it.”
and when there’s growing in me,
please say,
“it’s beautiful.”
love this restless soul
and this bleeding heart
that are falling all over you
messy and wild
just dying to love you
reckless and wild.
love me…
and tell me how free
my lungs will always breathe
when i love you.

– butterflies rising

love me… and tell me how free
my lungs will always breathe
when i love you.

– butterflies rising

little by little
i’m learning to love myself.

and it might be slow,

but i’m certain in letting go of
all the things that tell me i shouldn’t.

– butterflies rising

i love slow & sweet… and hard & reckless
…and in racing heartbeats

– butterflies rising

everything is more beautiful when i’m in love… but i feel so much stronger when i’m not.

– butterflies rising

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