she’s learning to stop
bleeding herself out for others.
to stop. bleeding love. for those who
only drain her.
to let it all flow back to her…
to let all that love fill her own heart.
– butterflies rising
Read More →all that she once gave away…
Tag: Healing
indifference…
it was just
this quiet moment of
indifference to your existence…
and that’s when i knew
that i had healed.
– butterflies rising
Read More →so beautiful and free…
roots…
the forgiveness
i owe isn’t to you…
it’s to myself.
for forgetting my worth.
for letting you unearth me
from these roots.
for letting you pull me
from my truth.
– butterflies rising
Read More →we rise, we fly…
we may have
these fragile hearts,
and when we crumble,
ever do we crumble,
but unlike those who break us…
we heal
we grow
we become full
we rise
we thrive
and we fly
– butterflies rising
Read More →desperate…
so achingly
desperate to believe
in myself, in life,
and in anything beautiful that can’t
be crushed by something cruel
– butterflies rising
Read More →when the hurt became too much…
the way i used to bite down into your chest when it got to be a little too much… that’s how i had to chew you out of my heart when the hurt became too much.
– butterflies rising
Read More →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 →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 →something inside of you…
there’s always been an ache in your
back that has felt something like wings…
something inside of you has always
been trying to carry you.
– 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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