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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now that i know you exist, how do i not love you (full poem)…
now that i know you exist…
how do i not love you.
how do i not follow this gravity towards you.
now that i feel this, how could i ever not. feel. this.
i don’t know how i could ever be here in this life
and not. love you. i just have no choice.
but then… you made a choice.
and now i have no choice.
and i don’t know how…
how will i be here in this world
with you somewhere else in this world.
how. will i learn to pull myself out of this gravity
and not feel this anymore now that i have felt. this.
how…
now that i know you exist…
how do i not love you.
– butterflies rising
Read More →now that i know you exist, how do i not love you (quote version)…
promises…
the spaces we’ve called love…
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
Read More →tenderheart…
it’s been torn,
and tattered,
and broken apart,
but keep me vulnerable
and broken open,
please stay
my tender heart
– butterflies rising
Read More →so beautifully certain…
he gave me every
reason not to believe in love…
yet here i am after everything,
so beautifully certain it exists
– butterflies rising
Read More →in spite of everything…
my power has been,
in spite of everything, always
finding it in me somewhere
to say to myself… you are worthy.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the long walk home…
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
Read More →wild air…
your beating heart, wild air,
and all the other things that make
me want to run free
– butterflies rising
Read More →that late night drive, make me a mixtape… 3am kind of love…
…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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