I could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath
I’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
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,
I need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.
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.
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…
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 thought I was finally over this… this feeling, this aching in my bones, calling out touch me, touch me, touch me
Once I asked a past love “Why is it that the ones I love a… and instead of feeding me all the typical
For me, love has always been a heavy, and an urgent thing. It’s always hit me fast and hard,
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.
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…