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 →until this world ends…
Tag: Stars
love me in a wild open with a gentle hold (poem)…
A Wild Open…
love me in a wild open
with a gentle hold
where i find myself, in myself
but let me feel
your racing heart
and your burning blood
through your steady hands
and let this be how we love
so we can love in a way that the stars we
come from want for us to know
let us burn and breathe all at once
– butterflies rising
Read More →love me in a wild open with a gentle hold (quote)…
i love that way you smile like wild defiance…
i love that way you smile like wild defiance…
i wanna bottle it up and use it to
fight off all my fears
– butterflies rising
Read More →all of these beautiful things sunlight, goodness, stars, you…
let me wander with the ones who are tangled in stars…
let me
wander with
the ones who are
tangled in stars
and tethered
to promise
– dreamers
– butterflies rising
Read More →something a little bit like faith…
i will not
take care of my fears today.
i will not feed them or tend to them
or give them any space.
and if i do not take care of my fears today…
what i feel tomorrow might be something
a little bit like faith.
– butterflies rising
Read More →love that takes me wayward…
give me love that takes me wayward,
off beaten paths and down country roads…
let’s stargaze
– butterflies rising
Read More →let’s stargaze…
give me love
that takes me wayward,
off beaten paths
and down country roads,
let’s stargaze,
we’re made for
so much more than plans
and picket fences
– butterflies rising
Read More →why else love if not to feel stars exploding in our veins…
living, breathing thunderstorms in each other’s arms…
why would
we ever ask each other
to come out from our corners
of self-safety
and crumble down our walls
for anything that wouldn’t
be as true and deep
and beautifully wild
and as gutted open and as
raging as to be living, breathing
thunderstorms in each other’s arms,
tracing our fingers through starlight…
why would i move
when i’m this. terrified. to move.
so if you’re going to ask me
to shed away my safety
…let it be for everything beautiful
imaginable under god.
– butterflies rising
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