to be steady in the soul,
and free in the spirit
– butterflies rising
Read More →Tag: Self Awareness
the spaces we’ve called love…
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 →young boy, you will grow…
young boy
you will grow
they will tell you to be strong
they will teach you to be tough
i hope someone tells you to feel
i hope they teach you to be love
young man
grown man
let yourself be love
– butterflies rising
Read More →stripped…
hopelessly romantic heart and a fiercely independent soul…
forever trying
to reconcile a hopelessly
romantic heart and a fiercely
independent soul
– butterflies rising
Read More →all that she once gave away…
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 →so beautiful and free…
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 →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 →it’s time to come home…
that person whose
broken pieces fit into
your broken pieces isn’t the one
they may keep the bed warm,
but they’re keeping you from whole…
just pretending that being broken
feels like home
and you can only romanticize bad
habits for so long,
before the ache to yourself
calls you home
– butterflies rising
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