
the world is loud and i wanna
get lost with you
– butterflies rising
Read More →those three words…
i can’t say those three. little. words.
because…
i can’t say it in three words.
i can’t speak these things small because
i don’t feel these things ordinary.
i can’t look at you and
feel. all. these. things.
and try to fit them into predetermined
patterns or say them to you like
some sort of easy habit;
these things that i feel are star things
and soul things
and all of my everything, things.
so when you ask…
“do you?”
i do, and i will…
but out here where it’s wild
and up here where it’s infinite
and in me where i feel you,
where i’ve always. felt. you…
even before this.
and where i’ll feel you after this,
and beyond this…
so what i can’t say means nothing.
and it means everything.
and what i mean when i say to you…
burn out the stars with me
…that’s my way of asking for your forevers.
– butterflies rising
Read More →where
my heart is,
is where my mind
wanders,
and where my
body goes
everything,
all of me, always,
and only, and again…
it all finds its way
to you
you’re an instinct.
– loveflow
– butterflies rising
Read More →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
Read More →playlist in the background, stars outside
the windows… let’s just drive.
– butterflies rising
Read More →Road Trip…
just give me
your young, wild heart,
and i’ll give you
my young, wild heart,
and we’ll light up every city and
burn through every town
with how it feels
– butterflies rising
Read More →wolves and lovers...
wolves and lovers,
restless and running wild,
we need more than an
ordinary love and a tamed life
because some aches are
made of everything. craving. everything.
from the soul-deep to being
tangled up in heartbeats
and bite marks and body heat…
driven by instincts and
drunk on moonlight,
we need a life made of things
we can chew on,
and nights where we find
ourselves when we lose a little sleep
and we feel the blood in our veins
and the passion in our chests
like kerosene…
so i’ll go with you, if you’ll come with me…
and we’ll burn… we’ll run… we’ll love.
– butterflies rising
Read More →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
Read More →i could get lost
in all the little ways
you carry love, and carry light,
and hold so much
goodness in your being,
you are a golden thing
in this heavy, heavy world,
and everything feels new
when i look at you
– butterflies rising
Read More →my restlessness is running wild again,
and the peace always feels like you.
– butterflies rising
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