⁣ 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⁣ ⁣ _______⁣ ⁣ whenever i post the piece in the slide someone is usually uncomfortable with the way it says "letting" her... and they're not wrong to be. but i wrote it a little bit after i had just gotten out of a controlling relationship, and "letting" me be me was something he really struggled with. i also grew up with an incredibly controlling daddy, and i was raised being made to feel i needed permission from the men in my life to be who or how i wanted to be.⁣ ⁣ so both of these are written from a place of me trying to unlearn those things and trying to learn that i deserve this kind of love and this kind of freedom to be me. so i could rewrite these to be less uncomfortable to read... but then they wouldn't be honest. so i hope the honesty they hold makes someone else who is still learning they deserve these things too, feel a little understood 🤍⁣ ⁣ _______