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
Read More →all those pretty things…
save yourself for people who always treat you in such a way…
save
yourself
for people who
always treat you
in such a way
that lets you love
yourself
– butterflies rising
Read More →the way we feel about ourselves can be so affected by…
the way we feel about ourselves can be so affected by the ones who we let into our close proximity… so save yourself for people who always treat you in such a way that lets you love yourself
– butterflies rising
Read More →she’s always preferred sunrises over sunsets… she likes beginnings
it’s time to come home…
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
Read More →at home in this skin…
a persistent yearning
to feel at home in this skin,
to feel my soul
grounded in these bones
– butterflies rising
Read More →the alchemy in poetry…
and when
i write this out,
this isn’t to remember you…
it’s to take it away
from you,
i’ll take all these feelings i felt
and i’ll make art,
i’ll make something beautiful,
i’ll make something new
– the alchemy in poetry
– butterflies rising
Read More →we cannot carry another…
we cannot
carry another
on their own way…
in soul searching,
we must all find
our own legs beneath us,
our own voice inside of us,
and our own
light to guide us.
– butterflies rising
Read More →misogyny is a weak man’s crutch…
traces of him…
i think
it’s been his soul
passing through the others…
leaving traces of him,
of these memories we’ve yet to live,
leaving breadcrumbs to him
in the ones who were
just lessons,
it’s been breadcrumbs to home…
all of it guiding me as i grow.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the wild, the flowers, and the fire…
that wild in your heart,
those flowers in your chest,
and the fire in your blood
– butterflies rising
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