I need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.
All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.
I could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath
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.
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.
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 don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
For me, love has always been a heavy, and an urgent thing. It’s always hit me fast and hard,
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…
Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.
It’s the night before Christmas E… Tomorrow morning I’ll be surround… and laughter and warmth. But right now, tonight,
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...
Lately, I’ve started to realize that even my blood runs.
I look at you, and I see you. I see your skin and it sends shivers
