i still long for you in some ways
i feel myself sharpening always
i heal my bruises, collect new muses
keep my mind occupied all day
i notice new flaws to tweak
i notice new ways to be
i notice all the times i surrendered
i offer myself that grace
i deserve it, i am worth it
i am a butterfly, i earned it
i am deserving of my purpose
i allow my abundance to be served
Dec 24, 2025
Dec 24, 2025 at 5:42 AM UTC
i still long for you in some ways
i feel myself sharpening always
i heal my bruises, collect new muses
keep my mind occupied all day
i notice new flaws to tweak
i notice new ways to be
i notice all the times i surrendered
i offer myself that grace
i deserve it, i am worth it
i am a butterfly, i earned it
i am deserving of my purpose
i allow my abundance to be served
