I could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath
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…
I thought I was finally over this… this feeling, this aching in my bones, calling out touch me, touch me, touch me
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…
Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,
I know that soon you’ll be far away, and you won’t be coming back for a long while. And I want you to know that I’ll miss you like crazy every day for 730 days, but I also want you to k...
You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
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…
I’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
I often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.
For me, love has always been a heavy, and an urgent thing. It’s always hit me fast and hard,
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…
When I look toward the future, honestly, I see hardships and pain and uncertainty.
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 used to think that you could measure a person’s… by how many and how much people loved them. I don’t know when