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 WILDEYou break everything you touch. Why was I surprised when you broke me too?
More Jessica Wilde Quotes
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I learned all about love from people that didn’t know how to love me.
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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.
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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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Those closest to me. Didn’t know the true state of my mentality.
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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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Misty morning welcomes me as I wander through the trees – calm amidst the chaos of distant memories.
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You break everything you touch. Why was I surprised when you broke me too?
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Today, cold seeps from my insides out, the frigid rain warm on my skin.
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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 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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Loving you is like breathing in freshly fallen snow-baptized mornings.
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Underneath the stars, the weight of living dissolves – releases, breathes, be.
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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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You hold a piece of me I will never get back. Be even tender.
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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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