passion in my chest like kerosene
– butterflies rising
Read More →2025 is the year
you can no longer stay small.
and it’s ok to take
small steps and deep breaths, love,
but you also have to learn to take up
your own space. and to not say you’re sorry
when you do. and you’re going to be rejected
for these wings you’re growing and these
fires you’re starting… but these are such.
beautiful. things. they are a sweet
and wild rebellion in you.
and you have to keep choosing you.
because nothing will matter if you reject you.
so if something needs you small… you just
can’t let it hold you still anymore.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the sweet and wild rebellion in you…
the poetry
in those eyes…
those dreamer’s eyes
learning to see in the dark.
and all that beautiful madness
tangled in your hair.
toes dangling over the edge,
testing a new universe.
it’s ok to take small steps and deep breaths, love…
but also, let yourself start to take up your space.
and don’t you dare say you’re sorry when you do.
and you’ll be rejected for these wings, these fires,
for this sweet and wild rebellion in you.
but these are such. beautiful. things.
so keep choosing you…
because nothing will matter if you reject you.
if it needs you small, don’t let it hold you anymore.
don’t let anything that needs you
ordinary tame you ever again.
– butterflies rising
Read More →poetry
in those eyes
and all that
beautiful madness
tangled in her
hair
– butterflies rising
Read More →from over here,
love looks so sweet.
but… so. terrifying.
because i don’t yet know how.
how to be so close to someone and not
crumble into a wild mess of love
where i lose me.
the last time i got close…
my god, how i lost me.
so much that i could barely feel me. or hear me.
and it’s the deepest ache i’ve ever known
when i can’t feel me.
so i’m still learning… how not to dim
and quiet and run and hide and tame me.
how to hold my own fire even when
my heart catches fire.
how to hold on so tight to my own depths
that even when i’m tangled deep in you…
i’m still always mine…
and i’m still learning how to be mine.
– butterflies rising
– butterflies rising
Read More →to be such a soft thing…
and still let everything made of fire
run so wild in her veins
– butterflies rising
Read More →just let the chaos in you be beautiful…
you are such a soft and wild thing.
– butterflies rising
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