My mind is not my own. I don’t recognize her when I am alone.
JESSICA WILDEUnderneath the stars, the weight of living dissolves – releases, breathes, be.
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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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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.
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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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I hear your voice say my name and my soul melts slow, I’m a helpless mess.
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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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Those closest to me. Didn’t know the true state of my mentality.
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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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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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You hold a piece of me I will never get back. Be even tender.
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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 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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Underneath the stars, the weight of living dissolves – releases, breathes, be.
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You break everything you touch. Why was I surprised when you broke me too?
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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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Wouldn’t it be enchanting if pixie dust and fairy wings could fix all our broken dreams?
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