I simply cannot hold onto hope, it aches like possibilities never reached, I’m bubbling over with grief – this chaos has caused so much loss and fatigue.
JESSICA WILDEThose closest to me. Didn’t know the true state of my mentality.
More Jessica Wilde Quotes
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I am swept beneath your current – it pulls me in, and I don’t even try to swim.
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I love you – like a lighthouse and the sea, like mountaintops and valleys, like how the sun breathes life into leaves without even touching.
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I lace barbed wire around my heart, constrict it – pull tight, maybe the pain will make it feel alive, and I can pretend it didn’t already die.
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You break everything you touch. Why was I surprised when you broke me too?
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Cider and candor and cranberry kisses, firelight dancing – lowered inhibitions, our eyes caught up in intimate moments, soaking in these cinnamon-spiced secrets.
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Lost journals are steps back home, like the mending of broken bones, like scars that act as patches to my soul, like the measurement marks on my mother’s wall that show just how much I’ve grown.
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Those closest to me. Didn’t know the true state of my mentality.
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I learned all about love from people that didn’t know how to love me.
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Today, cold seeps from my insides out, the frigid rain warm on my skin.
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A wooded winter trail awaits, no footprints pressed upon the snow – a path I dared not once to take but now – I must go.
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I am fierce yet fragile – cradle me with care, I can shred your soul, light you on fire, or send you into the dark abyss – the difference between us is – I wouldn’t dare.
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Loving you is like breathing in freshly fallen snow-baptized mornings.
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You were refreshing. Your idea of love infused me with hope and joy.
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Time aches- my words break as if they’re the wings of a captured butterfly as if they’re the seconds that keep ticking by as if they’re embers that refuse to ignite.
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Wouldn’t it be enchanting if pixie dust and fairy wings could fix all our broken dreams?
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