we love like fireflies, how we gravitate to each other’s glow
– butterflies rising
Poet
Browsing Tag
give me the tender and the fire. i want the angst and ache and wild mess
– butterflies rising
the stretching of his heart walls… and all those flowers growing from his chest
– butterflies rising
rage. delicate rage era.
heartbroken but also hellbent.
– butterflies rising
there’s that corner of your smile, the one towards me when you’re in the driver’s seat
– butterflies rising