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
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Flowers & Fire Poetry, Flowers And Fire Poetry
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
Read More →chosen by me…
all i’ve ever wanted…
is to know that i matter. by myself.
for myself. and belonging to myself.
chosen by no one, but me.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the way a boy with tattoos can linger…
the way a boy with tattoos can linger…
the way i’d
trace my fingers
so slow
down your forearm
over every inch of
your tattoos,
just taking in your skin,
letting it tell me all
your stories,
even the ones you
couldn’t say…
i’m terrified i’ll always
miss that.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the way the memory of their tattoos can linger…
the way i’d
trace my fingers
so slow
down your forearm
over every inch of
your tattoos,
just taking in your skin,
letting it tell me all
your stories,
even the ones you
couldn’t say…
i’m terrified i’ll always
miss that.
– butterflies rising
Read More →new love needs fresh air…
you want to love again… but first,
you have to put to rest the unrest that you
felt with the hands you held before.
you gave that half-love your full attention for
so long, and now your heart needs to take
some space to breathe… new love needs fresh air.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the true experience of love…
love… it isn’t found in
rings and dresses for me, and not in
shared property, or contracts…
that’s just some presentation of material things
for me, love is what you feel in your heart
when no one is looking,
an honor and an integrity that you’re naturally
drawn to in your actions,
an effortlessness, a passionate desire to
treat someone so beautifully,
an energy between you that connects you
to an infinite and magical truth…
i’ve never wanted the presentation of love,
i want the true experience of it
– butterflies rising
Read More →the best of you…
it isn’t always about judgment
when someone else can’t accept how you are,
sometimes it’s about their self-love
sometimes how you are choosing to be
is harmful to others, and it’s nobody else’s
responsibility to just accept that,
it’s your responsibility to grow, and
to treat people better
love isn’t about demanding that
someone else takes the worst of you,
it’s about wanting to give someone
the best of you
– butterflies rising
Read More →because you are…
People who are harmful in
relationships don’t
stay where there is love,
they stay where people put up
with not being loved.
And they don’t leave your life
because you’re not worthy of love…
they are removed from your life
because you are, and they are not
capable of giving it.
– understanding discard
– butterflies rising
Read More →freedom of spirituality…
Freedom of religion
honors your freedom to your religion,
but it also honors…
the freedom from your religion,
the freedom to practice other religions,
the freedom of spirituality that isn’t
found through or bound by religion,
and the freedom from any religion at all.
It’s the freedom to believe what
resonates as truth for you and brings
peace to your soul.
– butterflies rising
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