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’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
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…
Your eyes are full of the most beautiful constellations, and I want to memorize every one.
I could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath
Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.
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…
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...
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…
You want me, you’ve made that very clear. But that’s not enough for me. I don’t want lust, I want love. Do you love me?
1) From the very first second I saw you, you have been the only one I want. Thoughts of anybody else vanished and have not returned. From the very first day, you have been the first and...
All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.
When I look toward the future, honestly, I see hardships and pain and uncertainty.
I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that
It’s the night before Christmas E… Tomorrow morning I’ll be surround… and laughter and warmth. But right now, tonight,
