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.
JESSICA WILDETime 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 break everything you touch. Why was I surprised when you broke me too?
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You hold a piece of me I will never get back. Be even tender.
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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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Loving you is like breathing in freshly fallen snow-baptized mornings.
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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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I am swept beneath your current – it pulls me in, and I don’t even try to swim.
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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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I know I haven’t told you, but I also know, that you’ve felt my love.
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When rules don’t make sense, ask questions, break barriers, rise above it all.
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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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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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I learned all about love from people that didn’t know how to love me.
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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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Misty morning welcomes me as I wander through the trees – calm amidst the chaos of distant memories.
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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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