
and after
everything,
you won’t even
grant me
the smallest mercy
of your absence
from my memory
– butterflies rising
Read More →and after
everything,
you won’t even
grant me
the smallest mercy
of your absence
from my memory
– butterflies rising
Read More →stop listening
to the voice that tells you
that love is supposed to be hard,
it keeps leading you to places where
love ends up being hard.
– butterflies rising
Read More →it feels like
coming home after
being gone for too long
the way i gravitate to
the good in you…
how i just crave
that goodness in you.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i hope that one day
the person who hurt you sees you from afar
dancing in the radiance of
your unburdened spirit and standing
strong in your fully mended bones…
and that for just a moment you feel their gaze,
so you can forever know, without question,
the powerlessness of their
perception over you
– butterflies rising
Read More →i used to
think it was beautiful
the way i offered you all of my softness
and filled the air with tenderness
in the wake of your violence…
but now i know that i deserve to breathe
in tenderness too.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i haven’t felt
what i’m meant to feel,
i have not loved
who i’m meant to love,
i haven’t yet been
who i’m meant to be…
not yet.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the spaces we’ve called love…
it’s heartbreaking
how many of us have felt in love
with people who were not even kind
to us…
how many of us weren’t taught that
love can’t exist in a space without kindness.
or without respect. or in a space that
doesn’t honor us and cherish us.
so many of us are learning that the spaces
we’ve called being in love, weren’t
spaces of love at all
– butterflies rising
Read More →it’s been torn,
and tattered,
and broken apart,
but keep me vulnerable
and broken open,
please stay
my tender heart
– butterflies rising
Read More →he gave me every
reason not to believe in love…
yet here i am after everything,
so beautifully certain it exists
– butterflies rising
Read More →my power has been,
in spite of everything, always
finding it in me somewhere
to say to myself… you are worthy.
– butterflies rising
Read More →healing is an intimate,
delicate,
unique,
fingerprint…
take the journey you need
to get there
– butterflies rising
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