there’s this
way a woman can be
free to want you, to fall into you,
so intensely, so passionately,
when she can feel it from you…
how she’s everything you want
– butterflies rising
Read More →the only one…
Tag: True Love
wanderlust…
i watch everyone
move so fast
towards each other
and i think…
how beautiful it is
when it moves slow,
and takes time,
when it’s curious,
how it lingers,
all those layers to uncover,
how it feels to explore
– wanderlust
– butterflies rising
Read More →we are infinite…
the way we
live forever young,
and the way we love…
how it feels like a forever love
we feel infinite
– butterflies rising
Read More →respect like a nice suit…
slow magic: the remix…
and you ask me…
how will i know it’s him
when he comes along?
i’ll know it’s him
by the way he walks in
wearing respect like a nice suit
and holding that
take. it. slow. magic.
with his self-love, self-required,
just radiating liberation from old men’s tales,
and because…
before he lets me love him…
it will matter that i love myself.
– butterflies rising
Read More →slow magic…
i knew it was him
by the way he walked in
wearing respect like a nice suit
and holding that
take
it
slow
magic,
with his self-love, self-required,
just radiating liberation from old men’s tales,
and because…
before he’d let me love him,
it mattered
that i love myself
– butterflies rising
Read More →suspension: let’s lose time…
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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