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 WILDEI know I haven’t told you, but I also know, that you’ve felt my love.
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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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Misty morning welcomes me as I wander through the trees – calm amidst the chaos of distant memories.
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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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Loving you is like breathing in freshly fallen snow-baptized mornings.
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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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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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Today, cold seeps from my insides out, the frigid rain warm on my skin.
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I learned all about love from people that didn’t know how to love me.
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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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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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You break everything you touch. Why was I surprised when you broke me too?
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Lavender lullabies whispered into night skies, remnants of galaxies cradled closely, as you sleep sweetly, time slips away and so do I.
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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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My mind is not my own. I don’t recognize her when I am alone.
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