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

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

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

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...

For me, love has always been a heavy, and an urgent thing. It’s always hit me fast and hard,

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.

Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,

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

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

Once I asked a past love “Why is it that the ones I love a… and instead of feeding me all the typical

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