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?
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…
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,
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...
I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that
I have so many scars. So many. Too many to count. And all I can think is, “How can someone love me,
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.
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.
It would be my honor, to kiss those lips of yours though they’ve left many bruises. To hold those hands of yours,
I wonder what would happen if we just let go. If we let this love
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...
You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
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…
Lately, I’ve started to realize that even my blood runs.
