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 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...
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 have so many scars. So many. Too many to count. And all I can think is, “How can someone love me,
I look at you, and I see you. I see your skin and it sends shivers
You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
I am lost and confused I wonder what will become of me I hear laughter I see smiles I want to know how to be happy lik…
It would be my honor, to kiss those lips of yours though they’ve left many bruises. To hold those hands of yours,
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
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...
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,
We are like stained glass windows; Beaten and broken, in order to be pieced back together,
I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that
