never be ashamed
of how deeply and passionately
you loved someone who destroyed you,
because destroying things is just who they are…
but loving things deeply and passionately
is who you are
– butterflies rising
Read More →self-love
never be ashamed
of how deeply and passionately
you loved someone who destroyed you,
because destroying things is just who they are…
but loving things deeply and passionately
is who you are
– butterflies rising
Read More →illusions…
i spent all that time
haunted by the ghost of
someone you never really were
– butterflies rising
Read More →sometimes the healing
isn’t as complicated as it feels,
it just asks for space, and surrender, and release…
allowing time to turn the pages
and the memories to fade,
just letting all those messes untangle
and what’s gone to fall away
– butterflies rising
Read More →forever trying
to reconcile a hopelessly
romantic heart and a fiercely
independent soul
– butterflies rising
Read More →it’s just never been in me
to avoid loneliness with another
and try to call it love.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i promise,
once you learn to love
who you are,
it won’t hurt anymore…
all of this pain from the one
who didn’t love you.
you will love you, so it just
won’t matter anymore.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i have worried my heart
far too much about what i am worth
to those who were not worthy
of my heart
– butterflies rising
Read More →he wanted me to feel
jealousy towards her, but i didn’t,
i just felt compassion for her…
i too had once known the devastating
lack of self-love required to be with him
– butterflies rising
Read More →let a woman
have her own worth.
let her value be found in who she is.
not in who she is to a man.
not in who she is to whom she supports,
or serves, or takes care of, or carries weight for.
not who she is in the context of anyone else’s story.
just who she is. as she is.
bare,
alone,
unburdened,
beautiful,
and worthy.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i am allowed to have my own worth.
to find my value in who i am.
not in who i am to a man.
not in who i am to whom i support, or serve,
or take care of, or carry weight for.
not who i am in the context of
anyone else’s story.
just who i am, as i am…
bare, alone, unburdened, beautiful, and worthy.
– butterflies rising
Read More →Lost And Found…
first, i got lost
in his eyes, and in his words,
and in his arms holding me…
then i got lost in all the lies he told,
and i was just… lost.
but then i looked myself
in the eyes, and i started to find my voice,
and i learned to hold myself up,
and i began searching for my truth,
and now… i’m finding my way,
and i’m finding myself.
– butterflies rising
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