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 →desperate…
when the hurt became too much…
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…
that sure kind of love…
where jealousy has no resting place,
and doubt has no home
– butterflies rising
Read More →all those pretty things…
all those pretty things…
the way you would say such
pretty things to me, i took it in like air,
but you were so careless with special things,
and it left me here…
so
unable
to breathe.
– butterflies rising
Read More →save yourself for people who always treat you in such a way…
save
yourself
for people who
always treat you
in such a way
that lets you love
yourself
– butterflies rising
Read More →she’s always preferred sunrises over sunsets… she likes beginnings
a weak man’s crutch…
it’s time to come home…
that person whose
broken pieces fit into
your broken pieces isn’t the one
they may keep the bed warm,
but they’re keeping you from whole…
just pretending that being broken
feels like home
and you can only romanticize bad
habits for so long,
before the ache to yourself
calls you home
– butterflies rising
Read More →at home in this skin…
a persistent yearning
to feel at home in this skin,
to feel my soul
grounded in these bones
– butterflies rising
Read More →the alchemy in poetry…
and when
i write this out,
this isn’t to remember you…
it’s to take it away
from you,
i’ll take all these feelings i felt
and i’ll make art,
i’ll make something beautiful,
i’ll make something new
– the alchemy in poetry
– butterflies rising
Read More →we cannot carry another…
we cannot
carry another
on their own way…
in soul searching,
we must all find
our own legs beneath us,
our own voice inside of us,
and our own
light to guide us.
– butterflies rising
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