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I hear your voice say my name and my soul melts slow, I’m a helpless mess.

Jessica Wilde

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
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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Dance Eyes Intimate Light Moments Ourselves Secret
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
I learned all about love from people that didn’t know how to love me.
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Learning Love Myself People
I know I haven’t told you, but I also know, that you’ve felt my love.
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Feeling Known Love Yourself
Underneath the stars, the weight of living dissolves – releases, breathes, be.
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Breathe Dissolve Live Release Stars Weight
You break everything you touch. Why was I surprised when you broke me too?
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Break Surprise Touch Yourself
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
I’m half agony, half hope – like I’m a freshly cut bone, like the last stone that was held – then not thrown, like a garden where inspiration roots but never grows.
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Agony Garden Growth Hope Myself Stone
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
Those closest to me. Didn’t know the true state of my mentality.
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Close Mentality Myself State True
Wouldn’t it be enchanting if pixie dust and fairy wings could fix all our broken dreams?
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Break Dreams Enchant Ourselves Wings
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
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
When rules don’t make sense, ask questions, break barriers, rise above it all.
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Break Question Rise Rule
The 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 WILDE

Call Forever Home Myself Promise Sea Swallow

I hear your voice say my name and my soul melts slow, I’m a helpless mess.

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