I could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath

I have so many scars. So many. Too many to count. And all I can think is, “How can someone love 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…

It’s amazing how empty a hand can feel after holding someone else’s. But after holding your hand,

I thought I was finally over this… this feeling, this aching in my bones, calling out touch me, touch me, touch me

I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that

I need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.

Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.

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

Hey, you wonderful man, look here… Let me see those eyes. You are lovely, nothing less. If you think any different, you ar… Others may fail to see your beauty…

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…

I look at you, and I see you. I see your skin and it sends shivers

We are like stained glass windows; Beaten and broken, in order to be pieced back together,

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...