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...
I need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.
Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.
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,
Lately, I’ve started to realize that even my blood runs.
Hey, you wonderful man, look here… Let me see those eyes. You are lovely, nothing less. If you think any different, you ar… Others may fail to see your beauty…
I’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that
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.
We are like stained glass windows; Beaten and broken, in order to be pieced back together,
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 thought I was finally over this… this feeling, this aching in my bones, calling out touch me, touch me, touch me
You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
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…
I could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath
