i don’t need
fancy ways
and shiny things,
give me
slow hands,
honest eyes,
and full attention
with ease
…give me priceless things.
– butterflies rising
Read More →connection
i don’t need
fancy ways
and shiny things,
give me
slow hands,
honest eyes,
and full attention
with ease
…give me priceless things.
– butterflies rising
Read More →reach into
my heart through
the bones of my chest
and uncover it all…
feel anything that’s there
and breathe easy.
– the way honesty feels
– butterflies rising
Read More →you make everything beautiful,
everything about you is
made of soul
– butterflies rising
Read More →your standards for love
are going to make some people
uncomfortable, and they will try to make
you feel like your standards are too high,
but it’s only because those standards threaten
their comfort zones.
what you believe in either challenges
how they treat people,
or how they’ve accepted being treated.
keep them high.
– butterflies rising
– butterflies rising
Read More →maybe i like
that you came here
to do more
than pass time, or hold your space
over there,
and i could trade my foothold
for my senses shaken,
and forgo my ability
to stay in my body,
if you want to show me
how abandon
can feel like magic
– butterflies rising
Read More →i’m certain i love
with the entire force of the universe
and it feels too much to ask another
human to take that in
– butterflies rising
Read More →when we let go of
the need to control it all
i think the universe listens…
instead of our old patterns we’ll get
spark-starters and soul awakeners,
and instead of the hard lessons we’ll be given
inspirers and spirit challengers
…and maybe it’s as simple as to just be curiosity.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i didn’t know how to measure my worth,
and it led me to someone who measured his worth
in attention from her, and also her, and her…
and any other her to hurt me
he thought there was power in possession and pain,
and that a man’s kingdom should be built
on the stepping of her back and the forfeit of her crown
so i forfeited. and i faded. but i’m learning things…
like how real lovers don’t come in numbers. they aren’t prisoners.
they’re not meant to be suffocated, or left for granted…
and how i’m full enough of wonder to hold someone’s attention,
that my full voice matters,
my full-bodied existence is beautiful,
and that a man on the strong side of oppression isn’t
the same thing as a man who is strong.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i love in that
whole heart kind of way…
and you’ve got me
in that whole heart kind of way
– butterflies rising
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