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
For me, love has always been a heavy, and an urgent thing. It’s always hit me fast and hard,
It’s amazing how empty a hand can feel after holding someone else’s. But after holding your hand,
It’s the night before Christmas E… Tomorrow morning I’ll be surround… and laughter and warmth. But right now, tonight,
When I look toward the future, honestly, I see hardships and pain and uncertainty.
All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.
I am determined to be a woman that wakes up every morning with the fire in her eyes
Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.
We are like stained glass windows; Beaten and broken, in order to be pieced back together,
I look at you, and I see you. I see your skin and it sends shivers
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 could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath
I wonder what would happen if we just let go. If we let this love
Once I asked a past love “Why is it that the ones I love a… and instead of feeding me all the typical
I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that
