she’s not here just to be a supporting character in your story…

she’s not here just to be a supporting character in your story… she has her own entire story to live too

she’s not here just to be a supporting character in your story – butterflies rising poem

and every time they try to make you feel unworthy…

and every time they try to make you feel unworthy... just go towards yourself

and every time they try to make you feel unworthy… just go towards yourself – butterflies rising poem

when they are meant to love you, they would have to fight it to not feel it… it will be in their stars

when they are meant to love you, they would have to fight it to not feel it – butterflies rising poem

searching and curious for who i am underneath all of the versions of myself i've taken on for someone else

searching and curious for who i am underneath all of the versions of myself – butterflies rising poem

the difference... i'm going to learn from this… and i'm going to grow… and someday i’m going to love someone

the difference… i’m going to learn from this… and i’m going to grow… and someday i’m going to love someone – butterflies rising poem

but if they were right for you, if they were good for your heart… then it would break their heart open

but if they were right for you, if they were good for your heart… then it would break their heart open – butterflies rising poem

but if he was right for you… it would break his heart open to see you hurt in the very way he hurts you

but if he was right for you… it would break his heart open – butterflies rising poem

you will hurt her and rage against her and completely push her away

you will hurt her and rage against her and completely push her away – butterflies rising poem

he wanted me to feel jealousy towards her, but i didn't, i just felt compassion for her

he wanted me to feel jealousy towards her, but i didn’t, i just felt compassion for her – butterflies rising poem

go with me everywhere in the world, bare skin in sunshine, lost under moonshine

go with me everywhere in the world, bare skin in sunshine, lost under moonshine – butterflies rising poem