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…
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…
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?
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…
Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.
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...
I often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.
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…
When I look toward the future, honestly, I see hardships and pain and uncertainty.
For me, love has always been a heavy, and an urgent thing. It’s always hit me fast and hard,
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 look at you, and I see you. I see your skin and it sends shivers
Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,
Lately, I’ve started to realize that even my blood runs.
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...
