you have a
beautiful heart, babygirl,
and it’s meant to know
a beautiful love
– butterflies rising
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you have a
beautiful heart, babygirl,
and it’s meant to know
a beautiful love
– butterflies rising
Read More →this love
like summer…
this light, this warmth,
how with you
it all feels so free
– butterflies rising
Read More →you’ll know…
not just in the way they look at you,
but in how they’re not looking
anywhere else
– butterflies rising
Read More →i’ve apologized for myself for so much
of my life… and i’m still learning how to take
up space without feeling like i’m holding an
“i’m sorry” under every breath.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i know that i will never, ever be able to love myself if i keep apologizing for how other people have decided to feel about me.
– butterflies rising
Read More →there are things
i am learning not to apologize for…
– the way i express myself
– the way i am discovering myself
and growing into myself
– the way i take up my own space…
the space that is meant for me
– the things someone else may not like about me
but that i like about me
…because none of these things are anything wrong
with me. they are things that are right in me. and those
are things i should never have to be sorry for.
– butterflies rising
Read More →your heart
isn’t made to settle…
you must choose the greatest love,
and you have to chase the
greatest life
– butterflies rising
Read More →how soft
my heart is…
it just isn’t made for how
flawed humans love
– butterflies rising
Read More →you will
hurt her, and rage
against her, and completely push
her away, and once she’s gone…
you’re going to find that this war was
inside of you all along
– the mirror
– butterflies rising
Read More →i can’t say them.
i can’t say those three words.
i can’t say it in three words…
i can’t speak these things small.
i don’t feel these things ordinary.
and i can’t look at you and feel. these. things.
and fit them into predetermined patterns
and pre-ordered packages,
or practice how to speak them
in a rented ballroom,
or repeat them as a morning habit…
these are star things, and soul things,
and all of my everything, things…
so when you say…
do you, will you?
i do, and i will…
but out here where it’s wild,
and up here where it’s infinite,
and in me where i feel you,
where i’ve always. felt. you…
even before this. and where i’ll feel you
after this, and beyond this…
so what i can’t say means nothing.
and it means everything.
and what i mean when i say to you…
burn out the stars with me
…that’s my way of asking for your forevers.
– butterflies rising
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