
if i could help
every woman feel beautiful,
and teach every little girl how to love herself,
that would be my superpower.
– butterflies rising
Read More →if i could help
every woman feel beautiful,
and teach every little girl how to love herself,
that would be my superpower.
– butterflies rising
Read More →there are
things he holds
close, in the awake,
in the lucid,
things he feels, but he fears
how they might fall out so helpless,
so unarmed, so defenseless…
and god, how those walls
can make me question.
but then he dreams with an open chest,
and he tells me of what he’s sure of,
and that i can let my head rest,
‘cause this isn’t a small love,
and that most times it feels like too much love,
and so sometimes… he’s just afraid.
so my fears… they just fall quiet
with the way he speaks to me
in his sleep.
he may have a
hardened chest in the wake light,
but there are flowers in the moonlight,
and when his fears fall quiet…
there are all these things he feels
when his defenses are down.
– butterflies rising
Read More →he said, i don’t believe in dreams,
at least not mine
she said, well i don’t believe that love
should just be passing time
i need to believe in dreams,
especially mine
his apathy, her effervescence
they were never the same kind
– butterflies rising
Read More →Directions…
a southern girl
with a gypsy soul, she took
a journey west to help her grow,
and then she chased the eastern sun
to give her faith,
and she let the northern lights
guide her way
…home.
– butterflies rising
Read More →Directions…
a southern girl with a restless soul,
she took a journey west to help her grow,
and then she chased the eastern sun
to give her faith,
and she let the northern lights
guide her way
…home.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i’m just
too in love with love
for anything less
than that heart racing,
soul craving,
lose my breath,
and feel my infinity
in the beating of your chest
kind of love
– butterflies rising
Read More →if only my angels had been like hurricanes
powerful, and relentless enough to consume the pain
and the world around me,
but your demons had the upper hand
and if you simply took my hand, i followed you anywhere it hurt
if you just dressed it up in clever words, whatever worked
to pull me into your sibylline world
and to make me think that you really meant it
and that you’d never said it
not to the girl before
or to the girl who was with you that night
while you promised it was safe to sleep tight
– butterflies rising
Read More →so achingly
desperate to believe
in myself, in life,
and in anything beautiful that can’t
be crushed by something cruel
– butterflies rising
Read More →the way i used to bite down into your chest when it got to be a little too much… that’s how i had to chew you out of my heart when the hurt became too much.
– butterflies rising
Read More →that sure kind of love…
where jealousy has no resting place,
and doubt has no home
– butterflies rising
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