I learned all about love from people that didn’t know how to love me.
JESSICA WILDEToday, cold seeps from my insides out, the frigid rain warm on my skin.
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When rules don’t make sense, ask questions, break barriers, rise above it all.
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You hold a piece of me I will never get back. Be even tender.
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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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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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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 know I haven’t told you, but I also know, that you’ve felt my love.
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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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I am fierce yet fragile – cradle me with care, I can shred your soul, light you on fire, or send you into the dark abyss – the difference between us is – I wouldn’t dare.
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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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You were refreshing. Your idea of love infused me with hope and joy.
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Today, cold seeps from my insides out, the frigid rain warm on my skin.
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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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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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Wouldn’t it be enchanting if pixie dust and fairy wings could fix all our broken dreams?
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