we burn, we run, we love.
– butterflies rising
Read More →Tag: Relationships
color blind…
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 →roots…
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 →human…
dear soul,
if i had known it would be this hard,
i don’t know if i would’ve come
– human
– butterflies rising
Read More →we rise, we fly…
we may have
these fragile hearts,
and when we crumble,
ever do we crumble,
but unlike those who break us…
we heal
we grow
we become full
we rise
we thrive
and we fly
– butterflies rising
Read More →disparity…
he said, i don’t believe in dreams,
at least not mine
she said, well i don’t believe that love
should just be passing time
i need to believe in dreams,
especially mine
his apathy, her effervescence
they were never the same kind
– butterflies rising
Read More →your clever words…
if only my angels had been like hurricanes
powerful, and relentless enough to consume the pain
and the world around me,
but your demons had the upper hand
and if you simply took my hand, i followed you anywhere it hurt
if you just dressed it up in clever words, whatever worked
to pull me into your sibylline world
and to make me think that you really meant it
and that you’d never said it
not to the girl before
or to the girl who was with you that night
while you promised it was safe to sleep tight
– butterflies rising
Read More →take time to cleanse, to heal, to renew, to grow, to become…
when the hurt became too much…
the way i used to bite down into your chest when it got to be a little too much… that’s how i had to chew you out of my heart when the hurt became too much.
– butterflies rising
Read More →it’s just how i love…
it’s just how i love. i feel things
as brutally intimate as they can be felt.
– butterflies rising
Read More →all those pretty things…
all those pretty things…
the way you would say such
pretty things to me, i took it in like air,
but you were so careless with special things,
and it left me here…
so
unable
to breathe.
– butterflies rising
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