she looks at her like she’s a beautiful wildness on fire….

the way she looks at her… like she’s
a beautiful wildness on fire

– butterflies rising

the way he looks at her… like she’s
a beautiful wildness on fire

– butterflies rising

the way she looks at him… like he’s
a beautiful wildness on fire

– butterflies rising

he looks at her the way she looks
at flowers… like she’s just this beautiful
wildness on fire.

– butterflies rising

the way he looks at her… like she’s
a beautiful wildness on fire

– butterflies rising

A Good Thing…

i think it’s a good thing,
how we can struggle in such desperation
for clarity and still never find a way to make
any sense of how they treated us…

i think it means we’re just not capable of
that same cruelty within ourselves.

and i think that’s a really good thing.

– butterflies rising

The Turning Point…

let go your fear
as it falls
beautiful, be still
this untangling of it all
let your bones fill with might
let your lungs fill with free

don’t look back.

– butterflies rising

i’m learning to be more careful with
my care full heart, and to care less for
the ones who are careless with it

– butterflies rising

all i’ve ever wanted…
is to know that i matter. by myself.
for myself. and belonging to myself.
chosen by no one, but me.

– butterflies rising

take time
to cleanse,
to heal,
to renew,
to grow,
to become.

– butterflies rising

but if it’s love,
when it asks you to come along,
it will not ask you to leave yourself behind…

love won’t ask you to be less. of. yourself.
it will invite you to become more and more of you,
to step into all of you.

– butterflies rising

Tag: Self-love