
may the
sunrise bring you peace
and fill your soul with
possibility
– butterflies rising
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may the
sunrise bring you peace
and fill your soul with
possibility
– butterflies rising
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i finally stopped waiting…
waiting for him to feel sorry, to feel regret,
to feel guilty, to realize how much he had lost
in me and to feel some certain way for all
that he had done to me
i finally understood…
it really never had anything to do with me.
someone who is capable of all
that he had done was just never capable
of feeling anything at all.
– butterflies rising
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never be ashamed
of how deeply and passionately
you loved someone who destroyed you,
because destroying things is just who they are…
but loving things deeply and passionately
is who you are
– butterflies rising
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i spent all that time
haunted by the ghost of
someone you never really were
– butterflies rising
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sometimes the healing
isn’t as complicated as it feels,
it just asks for space, and surrender, and release…
allowing time to turn the pages
and the memories to fade,
just letting all those messes untangle
and what’s gone to fall away
– butterflies rising
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it was the way
you just let me breathe here.
and just be here.
you didn’t ask
anything else of me.
not to tangle in your weaknesses
or to heal your wounds.
you just asked me to know you…
to just know you.
to let it all be unheavy,
here next to you…
and just wonder of our dreams in
the glow of the moon.
– butterflies rising
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i promise,
once you learn to love
who you are,
it won’t hurt anymore…
all of this pain from the one
who didn’t love you.
you will love you, so it just
won’t matter anymore.
– butterflies rising
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i have worried my heart
far too much about what i am worth
to those who were not worthy
of my heart
– butterflies rising
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let yourself
find peace with the
apology that’s never coming…
even if it came,
it wouldn’t be enough,
and it doesn’t hold your healing
– butterflies rising
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hold on…
these things that tear
your soul apart will someday
be no more than a faded memory
with no hold on you
– butterflies rising
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there
are times
that my faith
gets weary
from the
aching in my back
where my wings have
yet to grow
– the butterfly process
– butterflies rising
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