she’s a flower
out in the wilderness…
touched by moonlight
and free in the open air
and wild sun
– butterflies rising
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Tag: Independence
in the way a flower out in the wilderness is beautiful…
in the way a
flower out in the wilderness is beautiful,
touched by nothing but open air
and wild sun…
i hope you know… you matter now.
chosen by no one.
belonging to yourself.
– butterflies rising
Read More →searching for a way to say I need me and I want you… all in the same breath…
searching for a way to say “I need me” and “I want you”… all in the same breath.
– butterflies rising
Read More →what you’re drawn to when you catch fire…
what
you’re drawn to
when you catch fire…
that’s where
you’ll find love.
– butterflies rising
Read More →what you go to just because you’re lonely isn’t love…
what you go to just because you’re lonely
isn’t love. but what you’re drawn to when you
catch fire… that’s where you’ll find love.
– butterflies rising
Read More →her fire is drawn to your fire…
just let the chaos in you be beautiful…
just let the chaos in you be beautiful…
you are such a soft and wild thing.
– butterflies rising
Read More →you are such a soft and wild thing…
for so long i thought if i could just become. enough. that it would be enough…
for so long
i thought if i could just become. enough.
that it would be enough for him to be good to me
until i finally realized that wasn’t what he wanted.
he wanted me to be pretty enough
to be beautiful in his eyes,
but my eyes better not be too bright,
and that dress better not be too short,
and those lips better not be too full of lush and love
or talk of too much life for anyone else to see
something beautiful in me…
or heaven forbid,
for me to see something beautiful in myself.
and those dreams i had to find my voice and to spill
all the wild from my heart out into the world…
if i was chasing those dreams,
then i wouldn’t be small enough or sitting still enough as
the sure thing there waiting while he was chasing his.
the more i tried to be. enough. the more i became too much.
because underneath all the ways he needed me to be small,
“enough” is what he felt like he wasn’t.
– butterflies rising
Read More →if i could just become. enough. that it would be enough for him to be good to me…
for so long
i thought if i could just become. enough.
that it would be enough for him to be good to me
until i finally realized that wasn’t what he wanted.
he wanted me to be pretty enough
to be beautiful in his eyes,
but my eyes better not be too bright,
and that dress better not be too short,
and those lips better not be too full of lush and love
or talk of too much life for anyone else to see
something beautiful in me…
or heaven forbid,
for me to see something beautiful in myself.
and those dreams i had to find my voice and to spill
all the wild from my heart out into the world…
if i was chasing those dreams,
then i wouldn’t be small enough or sitting still enough as
the sure thing there waiting while he was chasing his.
the more i tried to be. enough. the more i became too much.
because underneath all the ways he needed me to be small,
“enough” is what he felt like he wasn’t.
– butterflies rising
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