sometimes,
love people easy
like fine, light rain
be there
but with breathing room
and growing space
asking for nothing
but the glow in their skin
– butterflies rising
Read More →breathing room…
Tag: Independence
the same thing…
who you dream of being,
and who your soulmate dreams
of being with…
it will be the same thing.
– butterflies rising
Read More →sun-flavored love…
Sun-flavored Love…
i’ve learned that
i deserve more than a starved love…
that kind where you feed off of me
because you can’t fill yourself
i deserve rich love, extra love
abundant and sun-flavored and overflowing on me
because you’re full within yourself
– butterflies rising
Read More →choices…
i hope you know
you matter now
chosen by no one
belonging to yourself
i hope you go on
living in skin untouched by anything that your
sovereignty did not bless into your existence
and breathing air that holds no can’ts
and carries no words
of how a woman
should or should not be
– choices
– butterflies rising
Read More →let go and run wild with me…
you will be home…
someday
you will look
at yourself,
and you’ll see in you
all these things
your soul is made of,
and you will
be home
– butterflies rising
Read More →sometimes what you feel about someone just isn’t enough…
sometimes what you feel
about someone just isn’t enough.
it just isn’t.
because what they feel about themselves
will try to destroy what you feel about yourself
if you get close to them.
– butterflies rising
Read More →wild air…
your beating heart, wild air,
and all the other things that make
me want to run free
– butterflies rising
Read More →hopelessly romantic heart and a fiercely independent soul…
forever trying
to reconcile a hopelessly
romantic heart and a fiercely
independent soul
– butterflies rising
Read More →empty companions…
it’s just never been in me
to avoid loneliness with another
and try to call it love.
– butterflies rising
Read More →lost and found…
Lost And Found…
first, i got lost
in his eyes, and in his words,
and in his arms holding me…
then i got lost in all the lies he told,
and i was just… lost.
but then i looked myself
in the eyes, and i started to find my voice,
and i learned to hold myself up,
and i began searching for my truth,
and now… i’m finding my way,
and i’m finding myself.
– butterflies rising
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