we cannot curse the sky
if we stay and break bread
with boys
and their troubles
while men full of mountains and moons
are waiting with stories of
how far they’ve come
– butterflies rising
Read More →mountains and moons…
do you really believe that you were given this poetry heart…
Poetry Heart…
do you really believe
that you were given this poetry heart,
and filled up with all this magic you hold,
and made capable of such big love,
to have it all be meant for someone
who treated you that way…
they were not the one.
– butterflies rising
Read More →while you’re holding it…
…maybe it’s brutal when you have to let it fall from your hands, but god, how beautiful it feels while you’re holding it.
– butterflies rising
Read More →how beautiful it feels while you’re holding it…
maybe
it tangles with chaos
and loses hold of safe and sane…
but that kind of love will be like wildfire.
and the way they touch you
will feel like wildfire.
and your heart…
it will take everything in like it’s on fire.
and it may be heavy on your soul when it breaks you,
but only because you burned so deep for it.
maybe it’s brutal when you have to let it
fall from your hands,
but god, how beautiful it feels
while you’re holding it.
– butterflies rising
Read More →sun-flavored love…
Sun-flavored Love…
i’ve learned that
i deserve more than a starved love…
that kind where you feed off of me
because you can’t fill yourself
i deserve rich love, extra love
abundant and sun-flavored and overflowing on me
because you’re full within yourself
– butterflies rising
Read More →your wildfire heart…
choices…
i hope you know
you matter now
chosen by no one
belonging to yourself
i hope you go on
living in skin untouched by anything that your
sovereignty did not bless into your existence
and breathing air that holds no can’ts
and carries no words
of how a woman
should or should not be
– choices
– butterflies rising
Read More →i’ve learned to be gentle with that part of me that takes it in so deeply…
i’ve learned to
be gentle with that part of
me that takes it in so deeply
and holds on to it for far too long,
that’s also the part of me that loves
like an awakening and knows what it’s like
to trace a soul in my fingertips
– butterflies rising
Read More →such a soft thing…
you will be home…
someday
you will look
at yourself,
and you’ll see in you
all these things
your soul is made of,
and you will
be home
– butterflies rising
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