Today, cold seeps from my insides out, the frigid rain warm on my skin.
JESSICA WILDEToday, cold seeps from my insides out, the frigid rain warm on my skin.
More Jessica Wilde Quotes
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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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My mind is not my own. I don’t recognize her when I am alone.
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I learned all about love from people that didn’t know how to love me.
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Those closest to me. Didn’t know the true state of my mentality.
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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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What do you do, when all the loves you’ve ever known have only been paper moons?
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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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Wouldn’t it be enchanting if pixie dust and fairy wings could fix all our broken 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 simply cannot hold onto hope, it aches like possibilities never reached, I’m bubbling over with grief – this chaos has caused so much loss and fatigue.
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You were refreshing. Your idea of love infused me with hope and joy.
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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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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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Underneath the stars, the weight of living dissolves – releases, breathes, be.
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