that sure kind of love…
where jealousy has no resting place,
and doubt has no home
– butterflies rising
Read More →that sure kind of love…
where jealousy has no resting place,
and doubt has no home
– butterflies rising
Read More →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 →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 →love… it isn’t found in
rings and dresses for me, and not in
shared property, or contracts…
that’s just some presentation of material things
for me, love is what you feel in your heart
when no one is looking,
an honor and an integrity that you’re naturally
drawn to in your actions,
an effortlessness, a passionate desire to
treat someone so beautifully,
an energy between you that connects you
to an infinite and magical truth…
i’ve never wanted the presentation of love,
i want the true experience of it
– butterflies rising
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