Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.

Lately, I’ve started to realize that even my blood runs.

I wonder what would happen if we just let go. If we let this love

It’s the night before Christmas E… Tomorrow morning I’ll be surround… and laughter and warmth. But right now, tonight,

Once I asked a past love “Why is it that the ones I love a… and instead of feeding me all the typical

I need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.

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...

These scars won’t come off no matt… Unlike dirt or mud, that simply disappear with a bit o… this filth that covers my skin is… A kind that is not so easily remov…

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...

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 am determined to be a woman that wakes up every morning with the fire in her eyes

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 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…