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.
JESSICA WILDEWhen 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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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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Expanding like the universe, I discovered galaxies within. To break glass ceilings: Breath in trust, exhale doubt-beckon bravery.
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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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Misty morning welcomes me as I wander through the trees – calm amidst the chaos of distant memories.
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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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I am swept beneath your current – it pulls me in, and I don’t even try to swim.
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You were refreshing. Your idea of love infused me with hope and joy.
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Underneath the stars, the weight of living dissolves – releases, breathes, be.
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Loving you is like breathing in freshly fallen snow-baptized mornings.
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Today, cold seeps from my insides out, the frigid rain warm on my skin.
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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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Those closest to me. Didn’t know the true state of my mentality.
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My mind is not my own. I don’t recognize her when I am alone.
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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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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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