Loving you is like breathing in freshly fallen snow-baptized mornings.
JESSICA WILDEYou break everything you touch. Why was I surprised when you broke me too?
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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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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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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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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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I am swept beneath your current – it pulls me in, and I don’t even try to swim.
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My mind is not my own. I don’t recognize her when I am alone.
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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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Wouldn’t it be enchanting if pixie dust and fairy wings could fix all our broken dreams?
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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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Misty morning welcomes me as I wander through the trees – calm amidst the chaos of distant memories.
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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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Expanding like the universe, I discovered galaxies within. To break glass ceilings: Breath in trust, exhale doubt-beckon bravery.
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Today, cold seeps from my insides out, the frigid rain warm on my skin.
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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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