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

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

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…

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

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…

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...

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?

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.

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,

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

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

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

I often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.