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

Maybe it was was the 7 sleeping pi… but last night I woke up at 1:36… with the overwhelming feeling that… None of my attempts to stop the bu… Eventually,

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

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…

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…

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

Your eyes are full of the most beautiful constellations, and I want to memorize every one.

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…

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

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

All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.

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…