…all of these feelings just keep
becoming poems about you
– butterflies rising
Read More →and maybe,
sometimes i back up
just a little,
just to breathe…
to steady in me.
and maybe, sometimes,
my fingers will untangle
just a little,
just to feel…
how to be mine, all mine.
and maybe,
i can get a little reckless
when my heart is restless,
but it’s still always yours,
all yours.
– butterflies rising
Read More →strong hands
that can be soft hands
and slow hands
against your skin
like flowers, like curiosity…
– butterflies rising
Read More →you are more than
enough to hold someone’s
full attention,
don’t settle for anyone who
tries to come to you with
theirs divided.
– butterflies rising
Read More →forever trying
to reconcile this hopelessly
romantic heart and this fiercely
independent soul
i’m such a soft lover…
and a wild wanderer
but i think you’re where
all of me finds home
– butterflies rising
Read More →i just like how it feels when you’re here, and maybe that’s all i know
– butterflies rising
Read More →i could get lost
in all the little ways
you carry love, and carry light,
and hold so much
goodness in your being,
you are a golden thing
in this heavy, heavy world,
and everything feels new
when i look at you
– butterflies rising
Read More →your standards for love are going to make some
people uncomfortable. and they will try to make
you feel like those standards are too high.
i think it’s because those standards threaten
their comfort zones.
what you believe in either challenges how they treat
people… or how they’ve accepted being treated.
but none of that is about you.
this is your own life. and it will be your own love
and your own heart. so don’t ever let anyone make
you question your own standards…
keep them high.
– butterflies rising
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