relationships
people say they want love,
but they go into relationships asking…
what can you do for me?
what can i get out of you?
who can you be for me?
that’s need. and i just think love is
something different. i think it asks different
questions. i think it looks for different things.
like…
what is this feeling with you?
what can unfold between us?
i want to know who you are.
– butterflies rising
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when my fears
ask why they should speak
softly around you,
i tell them…
your integrity tastes like sugar,
and that you carry goodness
in your hands like it
belongs
– butterflies rising
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you feel like…
a terrifyingly
effortless fall
and i think
if i come closer
i would not recover
from you
and would i want to
…your beautiful gravity.
– butterflies rising
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and when it ends…
i don’t know if there’s anything
harder to let go of than the way a song
makes you feel about them
– when a music lover loves
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his hands,
how they hold such
strong character…
it’s why i fall into them
so softly
– butterflies rising
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and if you
took me for granted…
you must know that that
was another life.
and i have found my way
to a new life.
and you are just not welcome here.
because i can no longer
wear that shade of unworthiness,
or hold that self-unkindness,
that let me live a life
where the people i let close to me
ever treated me as anything less than
a blessing in theirs.
– butterflies rising
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and every time they
try to make you feel unworthy…
just go towards yourself.
choose to love yourself more.
and build such an unshakable bond
with your worth that there’s just
nothing anyone can ever do
to take you away from it.
– butterflies rising
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your heart is too
special to not be carried
kindly, to not be held like
it’s magic
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nothing softens me
towards someone like the way
strength of character does
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and maybe it’s just
too vulnerable a thing…
this ache to feel it all so deep,
to break myself so open,
to feel it all so sweet,
and to crave the wildest ways
that it can burn,
to let it make me such a mess and
bring me to such an edge,
to let all be such an
untamed. passionate thing.
maybe none of this is the safest way to love…
but i don’t know any other way.
– butterflies rising
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