relationships
i’m just
too in love with love
for anything less
than that heart racing,
soul craving,
lose my breath,
and feel my infinity
in the beating of your chest
kind of love
– butterflies rising
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if only my angels had been like hurricanes
powerful, and relentless enough to consume the pain
and the world around me,
but your demons had the upper hand
and if you simply took my hand, i followed you anywhere it hurt
if you just dressed it up in clever words, whatever worked
to pull me into your sibylline world
and to make me think that you really meant it
and that you’d never said it
not to the girl before
or to the girl who was with you that night
while you promised it was safe to sleep tight
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the way i used to bite down into your chest when it got to be a little too much… that’s how i had to chew you out of my heart when the hurt became too much.
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that sure kind of love…
where jealousy has no resting place,
and doubt has no home
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it’s just how i love. i feel things
as brutally intimate as they can be felt.
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all those pretty things…
the way you would say such
pretty things to me, i took it in like air,
but you were so careless with special things,
and it left me here…
so
unable
to breathe.
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save
yourself
for people who
always treat you
in such a way
that lets you love
yourself
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the way we feel about ourselves can be so affected by the ones who we let into our close proximity… so save yourself for people who always treat you in such a way that lets you love yourself
– butterflies rising
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that person whose
broken pieces fit into
your broken pieces isn’t the one
they may keep the bed warm,
but they’re keeping you from whole…
just pretending that being broken
feels like home
and you can only romanticize bad
habits for so long,
before the ache to yourself
calls you home
– butterflies rising
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that place
on the back of his neck
where my fingers fall
when my arms are wrapped around him
…that place.
details,
i love madly in
details
– butterflies rising
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