like a butterfly, her wings unfolded…

her wings unfolded

– butterflies rising

dear soul,
if i had known it would be this hard,
i don’t know if i would’ve come

– human

– butterflies rising

so achingly
desperate to believe
in myself, in life,
and in anything beautiful that can’t
be crushed by something cruel

– butterflies rising

it’s just how i love. i feel things
as brutally intimate as they can be felt.

– butterflies rising

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

a persistent yearning
to feel at home in this skin,
to feel my soul
grounded in these bones

– butterflies rising

that wild in your heart,
those flowers in your chest,
and the fire in your blood

– butterflies rising

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

Tag: Spirit