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.
I could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath
Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.
Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,
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.
elegant but chaotic, burdened with the weight of destruction, but stronger because of it. bright, beautiful, with so many shining colors all entangling in a perfect, mesmerizing patter...
We are like stained glass windows; Beaten and broken, in order to be pieced back together,
It would be my honor, to kiss those lips of yours though they’ve left many bruises. To hold those hands of yours,
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...
1) From the very first second I saw you, you have been the only one I want. Thoughts of anybody else vanished and have not returned. From the very first day, you have been the first and...
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 often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.
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?
I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that
