illusions…

illusions…

i spent all that time
haunted by the ghost of
someone you never really were

– butterflies rising

sometimes the healing
isn’t as complicated as it feels,
it just asks for space, and surrender, and release…

allowing time to turn the pages
and the memories to fade,
just letting all those messes untangle
and what’s gone to fall away

– butterflies rising

forever trying
to reconcile a hopelessly
romantic heart and a fiercely
independent soul

– butterflies rising

let a woman
have her own worth.
let her value be found in who she is.
not in who she is to a man.
not in who she is to whom she supports,
or serves, or takes care of, or carries weight for.
not who she is in the context of anyone else’s story.
just who she is. as she is.

bare,
alone,
unburdened,
beautiful,
and worthy.

– butterflies rising

wonder of our dreams in the glow of the moon

it was the way
you just let me breathe here.
and just be here.
you didn’t ask
anything else of me.
not to tangle in your weaknesses
or to heal your wounds.
you just asked me to know you…
to just know you.
to let it all be unheavy,
here next to you…
and just wonder of our dreams in
the glow of the moon.

– butterflies rising

pause
breathe
be here with me,
it’s all i want,
it’s all i need,
just this.

– butterflies rising

what if this chaos in us is beautiful…
and we don’t have to sort it out.

– butterflies rising

let yourself just
feel for a moment.
head quiet.
heart,
however… wherever… all over.
then maybe you could see what i see…
how this chaos in us is beautiful.
and how we don’t have to sort it out.
if you want, we could tell each other everything,
but we could also say nothing,
and let this be enough. because just this,
it’s everything.
and just you…
it’s more than enough.

– butterflies rising