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 thought I was finally over this… this feeling, this aching in my bones, calling out touch me, touch me, touch me
I look at you, and I see you. I see your skin and it sends shivers
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...
Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.
I’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
These scars won’t come off no matt… Unlike dirt or mud, that simply disappear with a bit o… this filth that covers my skin is… A kind that is not so easily remov…
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…
1) From the very first second I saw you, you have been the only one I want. Thoughts of anybody else vanished and have not returned. From the very first day, you have been the first and...
Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,
When I look toward the future, honestly, I see hardships and pain and uncertainty.
I feel like my veins are about to… My lips are lacking. They’re incomplete, only half of a… My body is begging. It’s dying to be touched, to be fe…
It would be my honor, to kiss those lips of yours though they’ve left many bruises. To hold those hands of yours,
I stayed in bed until 1:30 pm toda… because when my blanket is wrapped around me, it’s easier to pretend that you are, too.
It’s amazing how empty a hand can feel after holding someone else’s. But after holding your hand,
