
she’s always preferred sunrises
over sunsets…
she likes beginnings
– butterflies rising
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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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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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we cannot
carry another
on their own way…
in soul searching,
we must all find
our own legs beneath us,
our own voice inside of us,
and our own
light to guide us.
– butterflies rising
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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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he looks at her the way she looks
at flowers… like she’s just this beautiful
wildness on fire.
– butterflies rising
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i think it’s a good thing,
how we can search desperately to
find reasons for how cruel people can
be to others, and still never find any
understanding of it…
it means we’re just not capable of the
same cruelty within ourselves… and i think
that’s a really good thing.
– butterflies rising
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