
to the soft-spoken girls…
just because
benevolence and butterflies
linger on your tongue,
it does not mean your
voice cannot be a
revolution
– butterflies rising
Read More →to the soft-spoken girls…
just because
benevolence and butterflies
linger on your tongue,
it does not mean your
voice cannot be a
revolution
– butterflies rising
Read More →on forced forgiveness…
not everything finds peace through
forgiveness. it just doesn’t. and trying to force
something you don’t authentically feel can
not only keep you from healing, but it can also
be a reinjury to your spirit.
sometimes you just feel it in you,
how forgiveness is asking too much of you,
and it’s not because you’re holding on, it’s because
sometimes the burden of that shift,
that closure, that resolution, it isn’t your work.
it’s the other person’s energy to move, and you cannot
move energy for others.
with those things, let it be ok that all they ask of you
is to breathe through and release.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i have to learn
to feel good
in my own
before it
can feel good
to be next
to someone else’s
– skin
– butterflies rising
Read More →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 →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 →give me love that takes me wayward,
off beaten paths and down country roads…
let’s stargaze
– butterflies rising
Read More →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
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