Misogyny is a weak man’s crutch.
– butterflies rising
Read More →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
Read More →a persistent yearning
to feel at home in this skin,
to feel my soul
grounded in these bones
– butterflies rising
Read More →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
Read More →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
Read More →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
Read More →codependency
doesn’t keep you warm…
it keeps you from breathing
fresh air
– butterflies rising
Read More →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
Read More →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
Read More →One of the saddest connections is
the rebound relationship.
You’re using one person to try to
unlove another.
There’s nothing pure or honest
in what that relationship is,
or ever will be, as you’ve carried into
it an unhealed bond to what was.
Take time to cleanse,
to heal, to renew, to grow, to become.
– butterflies rising
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