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You break everything you touch. Why was I surprised when you broke me too?

Jessica Wilde

What do you do, when all the loves you’ve ever known have only been paper moons?
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Love Moon Paper Yourself
Loving you is like breathing in freshly fallen snow-baptized mornings.
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Breathe Love Morning Snow Yourself
I am swept beneath your current – it pulls me in, and I don’t even try to swim.
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Current Myself Try
Expanding like the universe, I discovered galaxies within. To break glass ceilings: Breath in trust, exhale doubt-beckon bravery.
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Brave Breathe Discover Expand Galaxy Myself Universe
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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Breath I Love You Leave Life Light Sun Touch
You break everything you touch. Why was I surprised when you broke me too?
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Break Surprise Touch Yourself
Today, cold seeps from my insides out, the frigid rain warm on my skin.
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Cold Myself Rain Skin Warm
I learned all about love from people that didn’t know how to love me.
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Learning Love Myself People
Lavender lullabies whispered into night skies, remnants of galaxies cradled closely, as you sleep sweetly, time slips away and so do I.
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Galaxy Myself Night Sky Time Whisper
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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Await Dare Myself Snow Winter
And 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.
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Bright Different Shine Sun Time Warm World
Here I am again, chasing shadows, as if I’m peter pan convincing Wendy not to grow up – I’m waiting for you in the between place. Dreaming and never quite awake.
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Awake Chase Dreams Grow Up Place Quite Shadow
When rules don’t make sense, ask questions, break barriers, rise above it all.
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Break Question Rise Rule
I 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.
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Blood Bone Death Myself Wings
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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Growth Home Journal Lost Mark Measurement Mom Myself Scars Wall
When 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.
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Awake Beginning Bone Flow Happiness Hungry Let Go Start Winter

You break everything you touch. Why was I surprised when you broke me too?

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