healing
i used to
think it was beautiful
the way i offered you all of my softness
and filled the air with tenderness
in the wake of your violence…
but now i know that i deserve to breathe
in tenderness too.
– butterflies rising
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but if it’s love…
when it asks you to come along,
it will not ask you to leave
yourself behind
– butterflies rising
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i haven’t felt
what i’m meant to feel,
i have not loved
who i’m meant to love,
i haven’t yet been
who i’m meant to be…
not yet.
– butterflies rising
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the spaces we’ve called love…
it’s heartbreaking
how many of us have felt in love
with people who were not even kind
to us…
how many of us weren’t taught that
love can’t exist in a space without kindness.
or without respect. or in a space that
doesn’t honor us and cherish us.
so many of us are learning that the spaces
we’ve called being in love, weren’t
spaces of love at all
– butterflies rising
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it’s been torn,
and tattered,
and broken apart,
but keep me vulnerable
and broken open,
please stay
my tender heart
– butterflies rising
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he gave me every
reason not to believe in love…
yet here i am after everything,
so beautifully certain it exists
– butterflies rising
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my power has been,
in spite of everything, always
finding it in me somewhere
to say to myself… you are worthy.
– butterflies rising
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he said…
“it’s a long walk home”,
but i never could’ve known just
how far we would roam…
how long i’d have to hold on.
– butterflies rising
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…that late night drive, make me a mixtape,
talk till 3am and stay up too late,
kind of love.
– butterflies rising
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that late night drive,
make me a mixtape,
talk till 3am, stay up too late,
lay at the foot of your bed,
tell me what’s inside your head,
wander my way through all the wonderful
ways of who you are,
kind of love
– butterflies rising
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healing is an intimate,
delicate,
unique,
fingerprint…
take the journey you need
to get there
– butterflies rising
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