Tag: Self-love

passion. and vulnerability. fire and wild and art and love and sugar and soul….

passion. and vulnerability. fire and wild and art and love and sugar and soul.

passion.
and vulnerability.
fire and wild and art and love
and sugar and soul.
a pull towards the stars;
an ache to be more free…
to feel. so. alive.
with a need to feel things deeper
and sweeter and closer,
and a heart that changes shape
when something moves you.
it’s all so beautiful.
so let go of the ways this
world says you’re supposed to be
and feel all of the ways
that your soul is.

– butterflies rising

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he started to come closer, and i said…

let me know you. me here. you there.

he started to come closer,
and i said… don’t. just stay. me here. you there.

he said… so you don’t want to know me.

i said…
no, i do. let me know you. me here. you there.
not because i don’t want to know you,
but, so i can know you as you are.
so beautifully untouched by anything you think
you need to make yourself to be for me.

please. just be.
let me love you as you are.

– butterflies rising

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in his sleep…

the way he speaks of me in his sleep

there are
things he holds
close, in the awake,
in the lucid,
things he feels, but he fears
how they might fall out so helpless,
so unarmed, so defenseless…
and god, how those walls
can make me question.

but then he dreams with an open chest,
and he tells me of what he’s sure of,
and that i can let my head rest,
‘cause this isn’t a small love,
and that most times it feels like too much love,
and so sometimes… he’s just afraid.

so my fears… they just fall quiet
with the way he speaks to me
in his sleep.

he may have a
hardened chest in the wake light,
but there are flowers in the moonlight,
and when his fears fall quiet…
there are all these things he feels
when his defenses are down.

– butterflies rising

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