You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
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…
I’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
I need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.
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 thought I was finally over this… this feeling, this aching in my bones, calling out touch me, touch me, touch me
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…
All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.
Lately, I’ve started to realize that even my blood runs.
I am determined to be a woman that wakes up every morning with the fire in her eyes
Your eyes are full of the most beautiful constellations, and I want to memorize every one.
I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that
I often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.
It’s the night before Christmas E… Tomorrow morning I’ll be surround… and laughter and warmth. But right now, tonight,
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...
