it’s time to come home…

that person whose broken pieces fit into your broken pieces isn’t the one

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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the alchemy in poetry…

i write it out, not to remember you, but to take it away from you

and when
i write this out,
this isn’t to remember you…
it’s to take it away
from you,
i’ll take all these feelings i felt
and i’ll make art,
i’ll make something beautiful,
i’ll make something new

– the alchemy in poetry

– butterflies rising

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traces of him…

it's been his soul passing through the others

i think
it’s been his soul
passing through the others…
leaving traces of him,
of these memories we’ve yet to live,
leaving breadcrumbs to him
in the ones who were
just lessons,
it’s been breadcrumbs to home…
all of it guiding me as i grow.

– butterflies rising

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