be gentle with your heart as you let go of them… you’re not just letting go of them; you’re letting go of this whole version of you that was in love with them… but this next version of you is going to fall more in love with you than you ever have been.
– butterflies rising
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be gentle with your heart as you let go of them in the way that you loved them… you loved them like wildfire, so this isn’t just burning a bridge; it’s taking all that passion you held for them and learning to let it catch for something new. they aren’t the source of your fire… you are. so let yourself become wildly passionate for something that you hold inside of you.
– butterflies rising
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why else would you have been
given this passionate ache inside for it
if you weren’t meant to know it and tangibly hold it…
dreams are dreams on purpose. aches are in us
on purpose. your heart reaches for it on purpose…
and because your soul remembers it.
– butterflies rising
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why else would you have been given
this wildflower energy if you weren’t meant to
run free in the sunlight and get drunk on the moonlight
and be kissed by the starlight… there’s a world
outside and you need it in your veins.
– butterflies rising
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why else would you have been given
this poetry heart that loves true and deep
and beautifully wild if you weren’t meant to
be loved true and deep and beautifully wild,
and to be kissed like wildfire by someone
who sees you as art.
– butterflies rising
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why else would you have been given
this soft and tender heart if you weren’t
meant to make it softer here for other tender hearts…
the way you feel so much helps someone else
who feels so much… feel less alone.
– butterflies rising
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why else would you have been given
this soft and tender heart if you weren’t
meant to make it softer here for other tender hearts…
the way you feel so much helps someone else
who feels so much… feel less alone.
why else would you have been given
this poetry heart that loves true and deep
and beautifully wild if you weren’t meant to
be loved true and deep and beautifully wild,
and to be kissed like wildfire by someone
who sees you as art.
why else would you have been given
this wildflower energy if you weren’t meant to
run free in the sunlight and get drunk on the moonlight
and be kissed by the starlight… there’s a world
outside and you need it in your veins.
why else would you have been given
this passionate ache inside for it if you weren’t
meant to know it and tangibly hold it…. dreams are
dreams on purpose. aches are in us on purpose.
your heart reaches for it on purpose…
and because your soul remembers it.
i just don’t think the universe is making mistakes
with our hearts and souls…
so why else love if not to feel stars
exploding in our veins… because why else are
we here if not to live with unreasonable
passion for things.
– butterflies rising
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what we run from or
push away, the “you can’t hurt me
if i hurt you first”…
not letting it come to us
because it’s just too good to be true…
or when it does, we can’t let it be here
because it’s just too beautiful to stay…
or trying to grip it and control it
when all we really need to do to hold it
is let it dance in our fingertips
instead of suffocating it away.
i think that thing we do as a defense when we’re
scared of losing something is often why we
end up losing things. and maybe letting
the beautiful things belong here…
is just in seeing that our fear is
what doesn’t belong here.
– butterflies rising
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i went through a love i barely recovered from, a heartbreak i barely survived, and finding my way back to me… it took everything in me to do.
so if it feels hard to get close to me, it isn’t me not wanting to come close to you… it’s me not wanting anything to be able to take me away from me, ever again.
– butterflies rising
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nature has this way of being able to hold all these beautiful contrasts and layers… earth and air, fire and flowers, light and dark, sun and moon… so maybe i can let my own spirit burn bright and wildly bloom.
– butterflies rising
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i want to believe in kind and beautiful things,
and in a world made of good souls and compassion…
a world where the light is where the
pendulum finally swings
no matter how hard it feels… i want to believe
so much in these things.
– butterflies rising
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