i love slow & sweet… and hard & reckless
…and in racing heartbeats
– butterflies rising
Read More →Tag: Self-love
soft soul…
Soft Soul…
you are so
sensitive,
and you think
that’s what’s
wrong with you…
but it’s something beautiful
about you,
it’s what makes you
so good.
– butterflies rising
Read More →when i’m in love…
everything is more beautiful when i’m in love…
but i feel so much stronger when i’m not.
– butterflies rising
Read More →in the wild open…
my safe space…
is in the wild open.
where there’s growing space
and soul-searching space,
and where my fire is bright
and my wings are wide
and my breathing is all its own…
and where i can always feel the way
my heart beats on its own.
– butterflies rising
Read More →muscle memory…
i spent so long aching for him
to be good to me,
to just let someone be good to me…
it’s a whole new muscle memory my
heart still has to learn.
– butterflies rising
Read More →all these big dreams…
you’ve got
this big heart
and it’s full of all
these big dreams
and maybe sometimes
they feel too big
and maybe sometimes
it feels too hard
but the heavens want to have
favor on you
and it may take a long time
but it will happen in its right time
so take a deep breath
and just hold on
– butterflies rising
Read More →too full, too much…
for so long
i thought if i could
just become. enough.
that it would be enough
for him to be good to me…
until i finally realized that
wasn’t what he wanted.
he wanted me
to be pretty enough
to be beautiful in his eyes,
but my eyes better
not be too bright,
and that dress better
not be too short,
and those lips better not be
too full of lush and love
or talk of too much life for
anyone else to see something
beautiful in me…
or heaven forbid, for me to see
something beautiful in myself.
and those dreams i had to
find my voice and to spill out
the words and the wild
from my heart onto pages
and out into the world…
if i was chasing those dreams,
then i wouldn’t be small enough
or sitting still enough as
the sure thing there waiting
while he was chasing his.
the more i tried to be. enough.
the more i became too much.
because underneath all the
ways he needed me to be small,
“enough” is what he felt
like he wasn’t.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the beautiful universe of you…
the universe
burst stars open
and let the pieces fall
and they settled into a shape
and it was given your name
and your heart was placed inside
with all your magic buried in it
with moondust on the edges
and all your flowers planted with it
and this is you…
this is all inside of you.
so how could anyone
ever look at you
and not be breathtakingly fascinated
by the wonder of it all
– butterflies rising
Read More →like your soul feels…
for herself…
she needs to become who she needs
to be for herself before she can ever be
anything for you.
– butterflies rising
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