you are beauty…
it radiates from the depths of your soul
to the tips of your toes
– butterflies rising
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you are beauty…
it radiates from the depths of your soul
to the tips of your toes
– butterflies rising
Read More →let me see
your chest bleed
and your heart ache
with all that you are
and for everything you love…
show me all your wildfires,
i want to know your wildfires
– butterflies rising
Read More →you are everything
i could ever dream of…
come here knowing that nothing here
will ever tell you different
– butterflies rising
Read More →help me trust that
there’s a beautiful purpose
in this broken heart
– butterflies rising
Read More →i hope
you never
let the ones
who are
sleepwalking
hold you back
in your
own awakening
– butterflies rising
Read More →Journey Companions…
please let
everyone on my journey
be kind and good to my heart and soul,
and please let anyone who isn’t
easily pass through.
– butterflies rising
Read More →what is
beautiful in me
and what is tender
in me
it is always.
no matter how
hard you tried to make
me feel hard to love
there are
all these beautiful
and tender things in me…
always.
– butterflies rising
Read More →you want to love again… but first,
you have to put to rest the unrest that you
felt with the hands you held before.
you gave that half-love your full attention for
so long, and now your heart needs to take
some space to breathe… new love needs fresh air.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i love like flowers and fire…
i don’t know any other way.
soft and vulnerable,
and wild and burning…
with my heart broken. wide. open.
and even though he came in like wildfire,
he was just. broken.
and hardened. and filled with an
ugliness raging inside of him
and he thought that if he raged
hard enough against me
that he could rage an ugliness out
from inside of me too.
then he could say, “see, it’s you.”
that he could be so hard to love that
he could make me feel hard to love too.
but i just softly left the room.
a graceful exit.
and i wrote all my feelings down to shed
his hardened residue.
and to remind myself of all the ways
that there are such beautiful and tender
things in me… always.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the way you say things to me… it makes me
want to know anything you have to say about
everything, really. your voice, your thoughts…
all the things you know.
– butterflies rising
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