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 could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath
I’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.
When I look toward the future, honestly, I see hardships and pain and uncertainty.
Once I asked a past love “Why is it that the ones I love a… and instead of feeding me all the typical
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.
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,
I thought I was finally over this… this feeling, this aching in my bones, calling out touch me, touch me, touch me
I have so many scars. So many. Too many to count. And all I can think is, “How can someone love me,
I am determined to be a woman that wakes up every morning with the fire in her eyes
Not a second goes by where I don’… for you have wound your way into t… Every time my heart beats, a fresh… Christian, Christian, Christian The first time a said your name, a…
I wonder what would happen if we just let go. If we let this love
For me, love has always been a heavy, and an urgent thing. It’s always hit me fast and hard,
