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I know I haven’t told you, but I also know, that you’ve felt my love.

Jessica Wilde

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.
JESSICA WILDE

Blood Bone Death Myself Wings
A wooded winter trail awaits, no footprints pressed upon the snow – a path I dared not once to take but now – I must go.
JESSICA WILDE

Await Dare Myself Snow Winter
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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Awake Beginning Bone Flow Happiness Hungry Let Go Start Winter
I hear your voice say my name and my soul melts slow, I’m a helpless mess.
JESSICA WILDE

Help Mess Myself Name Slow Soul Voice
I love you – like a lighthouse and the sea, like mountaintops and valleys, like how the sun breathes life into leaves without even touching.
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Breath I Love You Leave Life Light Sun Touch
When rules don’t make sense, ask questions, break barriers, rise above it all.
JESSICA WILDE

Break Question Rise Rule
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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Call Forever Home Myself Promise Sea Swallow
You break everything you touch. Why was I surprised when you broke me too?
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Break Surprise Touch Yourself
Underneath the stars, the weight of living dissolves – releases, breathes, be.
JESSICA WILDE

Breathe Dissolve Live Release Stars Weight
Today, cold seeps from my insides out, the frigid rain warm on my skin.
JESSICA WILDE

Cold Myself Rain Skin Warm
I am swept beneath your current – it pulls me in, and I don’t even try to swim.
JESSICA WILDE

Current Myself Try
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.
JESSICA WILDE

Awake Chase Dreams Grow Up Place Quite Shadow
What do you do, when all the loves you’ve ever known have only been paper moons?
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Love Moon Paper Yourself
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 WILDE

Agony Garden Growth Hope Myself Stone
I know I haven’t told you, but I also know, that you’ve felt my love.
JESSICA WILDE

Feeling Known Love Yourself
Loving you is like breathing in freshly fallen snow-baptized mornings.
JESSICA WILDE

Breathe Love Morning Snow Yourself

I know I haven’t told you, but I also know, that you’ve felt my love.

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