You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that
Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,
It’s the night before Christmas E… Tomorrow morning I’ll be surround… and laughter and warmth. But right now, tonight,
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,
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...
Once I asked a past love “Why is it that the ones I love a… and instead of feeding me all the typical
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…
We are like stained glass windows; Beaten and broken, in order to be pieced back together,
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
It’s amazing how empty a hand can feel after holding someone else’s. But after holding your hand,
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…
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…
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…