drive…

Drive…

you used to
drive me everywhere,
and nowhere, for hours,
just so we could talk
about everything, and nothing,
for what felt like forever…

but then you drove this nowhere,
and you left nothing

– butterflies rising

i write it out, not to remember you, but to take it away from you

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

we have the same kind of
stardust in our souls

– butterflies rising

may what you offer my heart
when we start
this dream
be evergreen
and expand
may no promise
rescind
with the wind
or time
may all you say is mine
be mine
…forever

– butterflies rising

our own voice inside of us, and our own light to guide us

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

i think
it’s been his soul
passing through the others…
leaving traces of him,
of these memories we’ve yet to live,
leaving breadcrumbs to him
in the ones who were
just lessons,
it’s been breadcrumbs to home…
all of it guiding me as i grow.

– butterflies rising