“he loved my fire…
as long as i was held tight within his grasp.
but when i was out of his line of sight,
i'd better be somewhere
soft-voiced and southern-charmed,
sitting still and not looking too pretty.
and so i made myself sweeter and smaller
and less and less and less, for his fears…
and in the end, he still couldn't love me.
and i didn't love me either.
but i'm slowly starting to…
and i want to love all of me.

so the next time a boy wants to bring me flowers,
he has to want to love my fire too.”
– butterflies rising

» The butterflies rising quote ‘he loved my fire… as long as i was held tight within his grasp. but when i was out of his line of sight' is in her book ‘she's flowers and fire' and was originally published on the butterflies rising poetry blog