you don’t love,
you just hold people close
to have someone to hurt,
or to hurt someone else with…
but none of it’s love.
– butterflies rising
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Tag: Soul
the catalyst…
to be able to let go of you
it feels as if i’d also have to let go
of who i’ve been
…but i think that was your purpose.
– the catalyst
– butterflies rising
Read More →too human for too long…
between soul and skin…
maybe tonight
we just dissolve into the stars…
leaving gravity behind,
quieting our heads and trading
all our dreams and curiosities
between soul and skin.
i just. get. restless.
and i can’t stay too human
for too long… it’s too heavy.
i need to leave the atmosphere,
or pull your soul aesthetic closer;
close enough to taste moon dust
in the back of my throat.
and whether we actually transcend
or just lose all sense…
i don’t care.
let’s break open and
scatter and spill and spill…
our wild universes
colliding under these stars.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the evolution of worth…
we carry all the weight,
and we create all the beauty,
until we learn that we deserve someone
who carries their own weight,
and radiates their own beauty
– the evolution of worth
– butterflies rising
Read More →defense mechanisms…
that thing we do as a defense when we’re scared of losing something is often why we end up losing things
– butterflies rising
Read More →the calm…
soul ache…
sometimes
it hurts in a way that
it feels like you hurt for everyone
who has ever hurt this way…
i think it’s called soul ache.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i’m going to learn from this… and i’m going to grow…
someday i’m going
to love someone, and i’m going
to lay at their feet more love than they
could’ve ever imagined
…and you will never be anything
more to anyone than somebody that
someone, somewhere is
recovering from
– butterflies rising
Read More →i hope that one day the person who hurt you sees you from afar…
i hope that one day
the person who hurt you sees you from afar
dancing in the radiance of
your unburdened spirit and standing
strong in your fully mended bones…
and that for just a moment you feel their gaze,
so you can forever know, without question,
the powerlessness of their
perception over you
– butterflies rising
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