I have so many scars. So many. Too many to count. And all I can think is, “How can someone love me,
I often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.
It’s amazing how empty a hand can feel after holding someone else’s. But after holding your hand,
I look at you, and I see you. I see your skin and it sends shivers
I need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.
I find it funny that even though I’ve never slept next to you, I still feel the empty spaces where you’re supposed to fit.
Lately, I’ve started to realize that even my blood runs.
You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
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,
Maybe it was was the 7 sleeping pi… but last night I woke up at 1:36… with the overwhelming feeling that… None of my attempts to stop the bu… Eventually,
For me, love has always been a heavy, and an urgent thing. It’s always hit me fast and hard,
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...
I wonder what would happen if we just let go. If we let this love
Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.
