I learned all about love from people that didn’t know how to love me.
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.
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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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You were refreshing. Your idea of love infused me with hope and joy.
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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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Underneath the stars, the weight of living dissolves – releases, breathes, be.
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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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Loving you is like breathing in freshly fallen snow-baptized mornings.
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Today, cold seeps from my insides out, the frigid rain warm on my skin.
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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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You break everything you touch. Why was I surprised when you broke me too?
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Fireside and free, tangled up in curiosity, dripping in holy honesty, drawing in pure ecstasy, exploring possibilities – a cabin in the woods.
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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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I know I haven’t told you, but I also know, that you’ve felt my love.
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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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I hear your voice say my name and my soul melts slow, I’m a helpless mess.
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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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