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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i think it’s a good thing, how we can struggle in such desperation…

we’re just not capable of that same cruelty within ourselves

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

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it could be something beautiful…

all of this heat and heart and wild intensity... it's beautiful. - butterflies rising

i never knew…
because they didn’t want me to know…
that it’s spiritual. touch is spiritual.
passion is spiritual. soul to skin…
it’s. all. spiritual.
they never told me that it could be beautiful.
that i’m beautiful. that you’re beautiful.
and all of that heat and heart
and wild intensity… it’s. beautiful.
and little by little, i’m trying to trade in
shame and fear and just let myself feel
all the things i’ve never let myself feel.
maybe then it could be something… beautiful.

– butterflies rising

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