i miss what it
feels like to believe in sunrises.
to wake up feeling like… today will be good,
beautiful things will happen,
and nothing will hurt.
but the world just keeps breaking
my heart again and again
and again.
– butterflies rising
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whenever i see someone talking about how small & controllable women need to be if they want to be loved, it just makes me want to write more poetry about how bright we get to be and be loved.
– butterflies rising
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a love language…
good conversation. intense conversation.
wit, banter, chemistry. tell me things.
a curiosity exchange… the kind you
don’t want to end.
– butterflies rising
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you deserve someone who isn’t afraid of your sparks… the kind of connection where their fire is drawn to your fire.
– butterflies rising
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sometimes
this world feels
like the heaviest place
that we could ever know,
and it aches just to breathe here.
but then i look around,
and there are all of these
beautiful things… sunlight,
goodness, stars… you.
– butterflies rising
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don’t just stay still,
go and dream your wild dreams, love,
and chase your racing heartbeats…
find your spark and feed it, and play in your own fire,
and i promise… they’ll find you.
they’ll meet you where moonlight meets soul light
and where everything you both ache for collides,
because their fire will be drawn to your fire.
– butterflies rising
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dream
your wild dreams, love,
and chase your racing heartbeats,
find it and feed it and play in your own fire…
and she’ll find you.
she’ll meet you where moonlight meets soul light
and everything you both ache for collides,
because her fire is drawn to your fire.
– butterflies rising
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just you and me…
and that
up against the wall,
in the back seat,
under the stars,
lost in the moment while the rest
of the world fades away,
kind of kissing
– butterflies rising
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it’s so delicate here.
but it’s where i’m the most brutal.
it’s where my raging gets careless,
and the delicate things end up crushed.
i fight my hardest fights
trying to love the deepest love,
but i’ve never been more unkind
than i’ve been in these close quarters
…in this head, and to this heart.
and when others have been unkind,
how quick i’ve been to betray myself and just agree.
and i’ve let it all hurt so much that unworthy has felt
like the only feeling i may ever again know…
like a flower whose every last petal has been torn away and
thrown to the wind with nothing left to recognize as beautiful.
just wilted. and bare with pain.
but what if it hurts this way for a reason…
because that ache in me is the fight in me
to learn to feel different.
because somewhere deep inside i know
that i want to be delicate here… desperately.
and when they’re unkind, and when i’m unkind,
somewhere deep down, i know that i fiercely. disagree.
and there’s a wild blossom in me and it’s too beautiful
to ever just be torn away and thrown to the wind.
and there’s a tenderness that i’m made of and an intimacy
that i’m part of… one that i’m going to learn
to take such delicate care of.
– butterflies rising
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self-love…
the most delicate intimacy
it’s so delicate here. but it’s where i’m
the most brutal. it’s where my raging gets
careless, and the delicate things end up crushed.
i fight my hardest fights trying to love the deepest love,
but i’ve never been more unkind than i’ve been
in these close quarters.
but what if this ache in me is also the fight in me
to learn to feel differently. because somewhere deep
inside i know that i want to be delicate here… desperately.
and there’s a tenderness that i’m made of and an intimacy that
i’m part of… one that i’m going to learn to take
such delicate care of.
– butterflies rising
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