the first step in
setting yourself free…
i am willing to grow.
– butterflies rising
Read More →Tag: Independence
wanting to know the shape of you, without having to lose my own…
i’m here… wanting
to know the shape of you,
without having to lose my own.
but just not yet knowing how…
how to take you in, but keep me too.
how to breathe love and
wholeness all at once.
– butterflies rising
Read More →self-sovereignty…
don’t look for your
peace in getting back at them,
or trying to make them see your worth
and what they lost in you…
go more into yourself.
become a more beautiful, whole,
confident version of you…
one that doesn’t need anything
from them to feel free.
– self-sovereignty
– butterflies rising
Read More →your heart isn’t made to settle… you must choose the greatest love,…
your heart
isn’t made to settle…
you must choose the greatest love,
and you have to chase the
greatest life
– butterflies rising
Read More →my way of asking for your forevers…
i can’t say them.
i can’t say those three words.
i can’t say it in three words…
i can’t speak these things small.
i don’t feel these things ordinary.
and i can’t look at you and feel. these. things.
and fit them into predetermined patterns
and pre-ordered packages,
or practice how to speak them
in a rented ballroom,
or repeat them as a morning habit…
these are star things, and soul things,
and all of my everything, things…
so when you say…
do you, will you?
i do, and i will…
but out here where it’s wild,
and up here where it’s infinite,
and in me where i feel you,
where i’ve always. felt. you…
even before this. and where i’ll feel you
after this, and beyond this…
so what i can’t say means nothing.
and it means everything.
and what i mean when i say to you…
burn out the stars with me
…that’s my way of asking for your forevers.
– butterflies rising
Read More →my way of asking for your forevers: the remix…
those three words…
i can’t say those three. little. words.
because…
i can’t say it in three words.
i can’t speak these things small because
i don’t feel these things ordinary.
i can’t look at you and
feel. all. these. things.
and try to fit them into predetermined
patterns or say them to you like
some sort of easy habit;
these things that i feel are star things
and soul things
and all of my everything, things.
so when you ask…
“do you?”
i do, and i will…
but out here where it’s wild
and up here where it’s infinite
and in me where i feel you,
where i’ve always. felt. you…
even before this.
and where i’ll feel you after this,
and beyond this…
so what i can’t say means nothing.
and it means everything.
and what i mean when i say to you…
burn out the stars with me
…that’s my way of asking for your forevers.
– butterflies rising
Read More →where you’ll find love…
what you go to just
because you’re lonely isn’t love,
what you’re drawn to when you’re
in your light…
that’s where you’ll find love
– butterflies rising
Read More →a wild heart burning…
a wild heart burning…
you stay still
waiting for a cold heart to
warm towards you,
while somewhere else out there
is a wild heart burning,
so untamed, and so unafraid to light up
everything in you
– butterflies rising
Read More →burn out the stars with me…
how do i keep me too…
…wanting to know the shape of you, without having to lose my own… and not yet knowing how. how do i take you in, but keep me too. how do i breathe love and wholeness all at once.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i’m here… wanting to know the shape of you: the remix…
i’m here… wanting
to know the shape of you,
without having to lose my own,
but just not yet knowing how…
how do i take you in, but keep me too.
how do i breathe love
and wholeness all at once.
– butterflies rising
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