self-love
Directions…
a southern girl with a restless soul,
she took a journey west to help her grow,
and then she chased the eastern sun
to give her faith,
and she let the northern lights
guide her way
…home.
– butterflies rising
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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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so achingly
desperate to believe
in myself, in life,
and in anything beautiful that can’t
be crushed by something cruel
– butterflies rising
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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.
– butterflies rising
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that sure kind of love…
where jealousy has no resting place,
and doubt has no home
– butterflies rising
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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.
– butterflies rising
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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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a persistent yearning
to feel at home in this skin,
to feel my soul
grounded in these bones
– butterflies rising
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