and maybe,
sometimes i back up
just a little,
just to breathe…
to steady in me.
and maybe, sometimes,
my fingers will untangle
just a little,
just to feel…
how to be mine, all mine.
and maybe,
i can get a little reckless
when my heart is restless,
but it’s still always yours,
all yours.
– butterflies rising
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strong hands
that can be soft hands
and slow hands
against your skin
like flowers, like curiosity…
– butterflies rising
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forever trying
to reconcile this hopelessly
romantic heart and this fiercely
independent soul
i’m such a soft lover…
and a wild wanderer
but i think you’re where
all of me finds home
– butterflies rising
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i just like how it feels when you’re here, and maybe that’s all i know
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i could get lost
in all the little ways
you carry love, and carry light,
and hold so much
goodness in your being,
you are a golden thing
in this heavy, heavy world,
and everything feels new
when i look at you
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the way your
fingers fall in mine,
and how your heart is
racing wild,
and how my heart is
racing wild…
i just feel so alive
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your standards for love are going to make some
people uncomfortable. and they will try to make
you feel like those standards are too high.
i think it’s because those standards threaten
their comfort zones.
what you believe in either challenges how they treat
people… or how they’ve accepted being treated.
but none of that is about you.
this is your own life. and it will be your own love
and your own heart. so don’t ever let anyone make
you question your own standards…
keep them high.
– butterflies rising
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you said,
tell me where you’ve been, love
and i thought of all the lost roads,
and dark corners,
and heavy work, and heartbreak,
and of all the healing
and i just said…
on my way here
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her,
because she
makes life poetry,
she turns every bit
of it into art
– butterflies rising
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