It’s amazing how empty a hand can feel after holding someone else’s. But after holding your hand,
I have so many scars. So many. Too many to count. And all I can think is, “How can someone love me,
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…
It would be my honor, to kiss those lips of yours though they’ve left many bruises. To hold those hands of yours,
I look at you, and I see you. I see your skin and it sends shivers
I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind 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…
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.
Once I asked a past love “Why is it that the ones I love a… and instead of feeding me all the typical
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…
Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,
While riding in the car and listening to music that didn’t understand me, I noticed that there were no stars, and I don’t know what that means, but I think it means something. We pull...
I’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
It’s the night before Christmas E… Tomorrow morning I’ll be surround… and laughter and warmth. But right now, tonight,
For me, love has always been a heavy, and an urgent thing. It’s always hit me fast and hard,
