
he wanted me to feel
jealousy towards her, but i didn’t,
i just felt compassion for her…
i too had once known the devastating
lack of self-love required to be with him
– butterflies rising
Read More →he wanted me to feel
jealousy towards her, but i didn’t,
i just felt compassion for her…
i too had once known the devastating
lack of self-love required to be with him
– butterflies rising
Read More →let yourself
find peace with the
apology that’s never coming…
even if it came,
it wouldn’t be enough,
and it doesn’t hold your healing
– butterflies rising
Read More →we honor the
people around us by taking
responsibility for our own energy,
we honor ourselves
by choosing to have people around us
who are willing to do the same.
– butterflies rising
Read More →some people are
convinced they’ve been
hurt by you simply because you’ve
stopped letting them hurt you
– butterflies rising
Read More →she’s learning to stop
bleeding herself out for others.
to stop. bleeding love. for those who
only drain her.
to let it all flow back to her…
to let all that love fill her own heart.
– butterflies rising
Read More →it was just
this quiet moment of
indifference to your existence…
and that’s when i knew
that i had healed.
– butterflies rising
Read More →you and i,
we get restless, and we run wild,
and we need more than
an ordinary love and a tamed life
because some aches are made of everything.
we crave everything. from the soul-deep
to being tangled up in heartbeats
and bite marks and body heat;
we’re driven by our instincts,
and we get drunk on moonlight,
and god, how we need a life made of
things we can chew on,
and we need nights where we find ourselves
when we lose a little sleep
and we feel the passion in our chests like kerosene…
so i’ll go with you if you’ll come with me…
and we’ll burn… we’ll run… we’ll love.
– butterflies rising
Read More →we’re not
meant to be
color blind…
we’re meant to see
all this beauty,
all this texture,
all this life,
in every color,
and every kind
– butterflies rising
Read More →the forgiveness
i owe isn’t to you…
it’s to myself.
for forgetting my worth.
for letting you unearth me
from these roots.
for letting you pull me
from my truth.
– butterflies rising
Read More →dear soul,
if i had known it would be this hard,
i don’t know if i would’ve come
– human
– butterflies rising
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