you are a wild thing…
but you are such a tender thing
– butterflies rising
Read More →i think you’re made
of flowers; how you bloom
when there’s light on your skin.
you feel all that fire in your soul,
and it’s. so. beautiful.
but keep letting the sweetness in.
let yourself feel the glow.
be gentle with your raging heart
and softer with your chaos.
you are a wild thing,
but you are such a tender thing…
so maybe let even a little more of
that gentle in with how you grow.
dig out from the dark what you need to
and burn down what you have to
but then let yourself light up.
let in a little more sweetness
and a little more glow…
and let yourself feel all the ways
you’re made of flowers.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i think you’re made of flowers;
how you bloom when there’s light
on your skin
– butterflies rising
Read More →we have
wilderness hearts,
we get restless with the moon,
we’re meant to live in wild opens
and run free under
starlight
– 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 →Wildfire Heart…
it’s breathtaking,
how your heart spills out of you
so achingly soft, and so chaotically unsure,
but as if the entire world catches fire
and you’re wanting to just be
so in love with it all
– 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 way a southern girl says her vowels, like the words are dipped in honey butter.
– 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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