
…the kind of boy who would
never break a pinky swear
– butterflies rising
Read More →i haven’t felt
what i’m meant to feel,
i have not loved
who i’m meant to love,
i haven’t yet been
who i’m meant to be…
not yet.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the spaces we’ve called love…
it’s heartbreaking
how many of us have felt in love
with people who were not even kind
to us…
how many of us weren’t taught that
love can’t exist in a space without kindness.
or without respect. or in a space that
doesn’t honor us and cherish us.
so many of us are learning that the spaces
we’ve called being in love, weren’t
spaces of love at all
– butterflies rising
Read More →it’s been torn,
and tattered,
and broken apart,
but keep me vulnerable
and broken open,
please stay
my tender heart
– butterflies rising
Read More →he gave me every
reason not to believe in love…
yet here i am after everything,
so beautifully certain it exists
– butterflies rising
Read More →my power has been,
in spite of everything, always
finding it in me somewhere
to say to myself… you are worthy.
– butterflies rising
Read More →he said…
“it’s a long walk home”,
but i never could’ve known just
how far we would roam…
how long i’d have to hold on.
– butterflies rising
Read More →your beating heart, wild air,
and all the other things that make
me want to run free
– butterflies rising
Read More →…that late night drive, make me a mixtape,
talk till 3am and stay up too late,
kind of love.
– butterflies rising
Read More →that late night drive,
make me a mixtape,
talk till 3am, stay up too late,
lay at the foot of your bed,
tell me what’s inside your head,
wander my way through all the wonderful
ways of who you are,
kind of love
– butterflies rising
Read More →healing is an intimate,
delicate,
unique,
fingerprint…
take the journey you need
to get there
– butterflies rising
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