Your laughter sounds like a galactic symphony, your eyes shine magic like Saturn’s rings, and your golden hair flares like the sun. I smile as I rock the universe to sleep and sing of stars that twinkle deep within your dreams.
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.
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You break everything you touch. Why was I surprised when you broke me too?
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Today, cold seeps from my insides out, the frigid rain warm on my skin.
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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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Underneath the stars, the weight of living dissolves – releases, breathes, be.
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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.
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You hold a piece of me I will never get back. Be even tender.
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I hear your voice say my name and my soul melts slow, I’m a helpless mess.
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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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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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When rules don’t make sense, ask questions, break barriers, rise above it all.
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What do you do, when all the loves you’ve ever known have only been paper moons?
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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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I am swept beneath your current – it pulls me in, and I don’t even try to swim.
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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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I know I haven’t told you, but I also know, that you’ve felt my love.
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