self-love
let the
wonder and beauty
of your existence
fall out of you
everywhere, unafraid
no matter who may take it in
or hold it with care
let it all be
unshaken by the cold
– butterflies rising
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reach into
my heart through
the bones of my chest
and uncover it all…
feel anything that’s there
and breathe easy.
– the way honesty feels
– butterflies rising
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you make everything beautiful,
everything about you is
made of soul
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your standards for love
are going to make some people
uncomfortable, and they will try to make
you feel like your standards are too high,
but it’s only because those standards threaten
their comfort zones.
what you believe in either challenges
how they treat people,
or how they’ve accepted being treated.
keep them high.
– butterflies rising
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i’m certain i love
with the entire force of the universe
and it feels too much to ask another
human to take that in
– butterflies rising
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these soft, quiet,
intimate moments
that your heart is beating
are precious,
so if it takes
you out of your peace,
don’t give it your
little moments
– butterflies rising
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when we let go of
the need to control it all
i think the universe listens…
instead of our old patterns we’ll get
spark-starters and soul awakeners,
and instead of the hard lessons we’ll be given
inspirers and spirit challengers
…and maybe it’s as simple as to just be curiosity.
– butterflies rising
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i didn’t know how to measure my worth,
and it led me to someone who measured his worth
in attention from her, and also her, and her…
and any other her to hurt me
he thought there was power in possession and pain,
and that a man’s kingdom should be built
on the stepping of her back and the forfeit of her crown
so i forfeited. and i faded. but i’m learning things…
like how real lovers don’t come in numbers. they aren’t prisoners.
they’re not meant to be suffocated, or left for granted…
and how i’m full enough of wonder to hold someone’s attention,
that my full voice matters,
my full-bodied existence is beautiful,
and that a man on the strong side of oppression isn’t
the same thing as a man who is strong.
– butterflies rising
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