heartbreak has this way of making your world seem so. small… this isn’t the end…

heartbreak has this way
of making your world seem so small,
just taking everything that
has meaning and collapsing it into
one single story, with only one other person,
and just one version of yourself, in just
one version of life, with what feels
like no way out, and as if there is
nothing more to know

but this world is too wide, and this
universe is too big, and you are just. too. beautiful,
and there is just way too much inside of you…
for you to let this be the end

this isn’t the end…

– butterflies rising

your standards for love are going to make some
people uncomfortable. and they will try to make
you feel like those standards are too high.

i think it’s because those standards threaten
their comfort zones.

what you believe in either challenges how they treat
people… or how they’ve accepted being treated.

but none of that is about you.
this is your own life. and it will be your own love
and your own heart. so don’t ever let anyone make
you question your own standards…
keep them high.

– butterflies rising

if you can’t help but love with raw vulnerability

if you can’t help but feel with raw vulnerability,
just let it be a beautiful way about you.
some things are going to hurt. like. a. force.
but the beautiful things…
the beautiful things will be magic.

– butterflies rising

if you can’t help
but love with raw vulnerability,
just let it be a beautiful way about you,
some things are going to hurt like a force,
but the beautiful things will be magic.

– butterflies rising

she needs to become who she needs to be for herself before she can ever be anything for you.

– butterflies rising

you said,
tell me where you’ve been, love

and i thought of all the lost roads,
and dark corners,
and heavy work, and heartbreak,
and of all the healing

and i just said…
on my way here

– butterflies rising

you say it aches,
how much you miss her…
but did you love her with an ache when you had her?

you had every bit of her full attention,
but where was yours?
she broke her heart open for you
again and again… and you just. kept. closing yours.

and so you lost her. and now you learn…
you learn that holding has to have wanting,
and appreciating, and valuing. you learn that love
isn’t static. it’s kinetic, it’s movement,
it’s growth and curiosity. you learn that there has
to be just as much there has to be more wanting in the holding
than there is in missing, or in reaching for.

you learn that you have to ache for people when it matters…
you have to love someone when you have them.

– butterflies rising