the way she looks at her… like she’s
a beautiful wildness on fire
– butterflies rising
Read More →he looks at him like he’s a beautiful wildness on fire…
she looks at him like he’s a beautiful wildness on fire…
a beautiful wildness on fire….
poetry is my scripture, music is my gospel…
poetry is my scripture,
music is my gospel,
empathy and kindness are my witness,
creativity and love are my worship
– butterflies rising
Read More →things of my everything…
i’ve never needed
for a dress or a ring,
but a hand held,
a promise kept,
a heartbeat felt,
a soul seen…
those are the things of
my everything
– butterflies rising
Read More →i think it’s a good thing, how we can struggle in such desperation…
A Good Thing…
i think it’s a good thing,
how we can struggle in such desperation
for clarity and still never find a way to make
any sense of how they treated us…
i think it means we’re just not capable of
that same cruelty within ourselves.
and i think that’s a really good thing.
– butterflies rising
Read More →settling will always leave the heart relentlessly unsettled …
codependency doesn’t keep you warm…
codependency
doesn’t keep you warm…
it keeps you from breathing
fresh air
– butterflies rising
Read More →my care full heart…
i’m learning to be more careful with
my care full heart, and to care less for
the ones who are careless with it
– butterflies rising
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