Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.
Lately, I’ve started to realize that even my blood runs.
For me, love has always been a heavy, and an urgent thing. It’s always hit me fast and hard,
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 bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that
We are like stained glass windows; Beaten and broken, in order to be pieced back together,
When I look toward the future, honestly, I see hardships and pain and uncertainty.
You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,
I could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath
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...
I thought I was finally over this… this feeling, this aching in my bones, calling out touch me, touch me, touch me
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 need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.