I’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
I feel like my veins are about to… My lips are lacking. They’re incomplete, only half of a… My body is begging. It’s dying to be touched, to be fe…
I stayed in bed until 1:30 pm toda… because when my blanket is wrapped around me, it’s easier to pretend that you are, too.
Being a poet is not simply being g… It is much more than that. Writing poetry is something that y… A poet is something that you are. We see the world not as a bunch of…
I am determined to be a woman that wakes up every morning with the fire in her eyes
It would be my honor, to kiss those lips of yours though they’ve left many bruises. To hold those hands of yours,
We are like stained glass windows; Beaten and broken, in order to be pieced back together,
I know that soon you’ll be far away, and you won’t be coming back for a long while. And I want you to know that I’ll miss you like crazy every day for 730 days, but I also want you to k...
While riding in the car and listening to music that didn’t understand me, I noticed that there were no stars, and I don’t know what that means, but I think it means something. We pull...
You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,
I used to think that you could measure a person’s… by how many and how much people loved them. I don’t know when
You want me, you’ve made that very clear. But that’s not enough for me. I don’t want lust, I want love. Do you love me?
Flowers bloomed on my fingertips w… Now, when I look at my hands all… And knowing there’s a chance that… And I don’t know how to tell you… But I’m scared that if you choose…
All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.
