I love you – like a lighthouse and the sea, like mountaintops and valleys, like how the sun breathes life into leaves without even touching.
JESSICA WILDEI love you – like a lighthouse and the sea, like mountaintops and valleys, like how the sun breathes life into leaves without even touching.
JESSICA WILDEMisty morning welcomes me as I wander through the trees – calm amidst the chaos of distant memories.
JESSICA WILDEYou were refreshing. Your idea of love infused me with hope and joy.
JESSICA WILDECider and candor and cranberry kisses, firelight dancing – lowered inhibitions, our eyes caught up in intimate moments, soaking in these cinnamon-spiced secrets.
JESSICA WILDEYou hold a piece of me I will never get back. Be even tender.
JESSICA WILDEI chip and carve until I’m a corpse – a bone with no marrow, or a sparrow without wings, a vein without wings, a vein without blood, a puppet with no strings.
JESSICA WILDEWouldn’t it be enchanting if pixie dust and fairy wings could fix all our broken dreams?
JESSICA WILDEUnderneath the stars, the weight of living dissolves – releases, breathes, be.
JESSICA WILDELost 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.
JESSICA WILDELoving you is like breathing in freshly fallen snow-baptized mornings.
JESSICA WILDEMy mind is not my own. I don’t recognize her when I am alone.
JESSICA WILDEAnd the world seems just a little bit warmer, and the sun shines slightly brighter than it used to, and the days pass differently than before, and time is no longer stuck in a loop.
JESSICA WILDETime 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.
JESSICA WILDEThe sea calls to me – she promises to set me free, it’s tempting- losing myself in her vastness allowing her to swallow me whole, beckoning me to make her deep darkness my forever home.
JESSICA WILDEI know I haven’t told you, but I also know, that you’ve felt my love.
JESSICA WILDEWhen winter withers – my bones begin to thaw, my lungs crackle as they expand, and the blood in my veins start to flow and I awaken from hibernation – hungry for happiness and eager to let go.
JESSICA WILDE