the way she looks at him… like he’s
a beautiful wildness on fire
– butterflies rising
Read More →like she’s a beautiful wildness on fire….
he looks at her the way she looks
at flowers… like she’s just this beautiful
wildness on fire.
– butterflies rising
Read More →a beautiful wildness on fire….
poetry is my scripture, music is my gospel…
poetry is my scripture,
music is my gospel,
empathy and kindness are my witness,
creativity and love are my worship
– butterflies rising
Read More →things of my everything…
i’ve never needed
for a dress or a ring,
but a hand held,
a promise kept,
a heartbeat felt,
a soul seen…
those are the things of
my everything
– butterflies rising
Read More →i think it’s a good thing, how we can struggle in such desperation…
A Good Thing…
i think it’s a good thing,
how we can struggle in such desperation
for clarity and still never find a way to make
any sense of how they treated us…
i think it means we’re just not capable of
that same cruelty within ourselves.
and i think that’s a really good thing.
– butterflies rising
Read More →settling will always leave the heart relentlessly unsettled …
codependency doesn’t keep you warm…
codependency
doesn’t keep you warm…
it keeps you from breathing
fresh air
– butterflies rising
Read More →my care full heart…
i’m learning to be more careful with
my care full heart, and to care less for
the ones who are careless with it
– butterflies rising
Read More →wild intensity…
it could be something beautiful…
i never knew…
because they didn’t want me to know…
that it’s spiritual. touch is spiritual.
passion is spiritual. soul to skin…
it’s. all. spiritual.
they never told me that it could be beautiful.
that i’m beautiful. that you’re beautiful.
and all of that heat and heart
and wild intensity… it’s. beautiful.
and little by little, i’m trying to trade in
shame and fear and just let myself feel
all the things i’ve never let myself feel.
maybe then it could be something… beautiful.
– butterflies rising
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