i think
it’s been his soul
passing through the others…
leaving traces of him,
of these memories we’ve yet to live,
leaving breadcrumbs to him
in the ones who were
just lessons,
it’s been breadcrumbs to home…
all of it guiding me as i grow.
– butterflies rising
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he looks at her the way she looks
at flowers… like she’s just this beautiful
wildness on fire.
– butterflies rising
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i’ve never needed
for a dress or a ring,
but a hand held,
a promise kept,
a heartbeat felt,
a soul seen…
those are the things of
my everything
– butterflies rising
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codependency
doesn’t keep you warm…
it keeps you from breathing
fresh air
– butterflies rising
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i never knew…
because they didn’t want me to know…
that it’s spiritual. touch is spiritual.
passion is spiritual. soul to skin…
it’s. all. spiritual.
they never told me that it could be beautiful.
that i’m beautiful. that you’re beautiful.
and all of that heat and heart
and wild intensity… it’s. beautiful.
and little by little, i’m trying to trade in
shame and fear and just let myself feel
all the things i’ve never let myself feel.
maybe then it could be something… beautiful.
– butterflies rising
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