I have so many scars. So many. Too many to count. And all I can think is, “How can someone 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.
I wonder what would happen if we just let go. If we let this love
I could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath
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.
I’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
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 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...
Your eyes are full of the most beautiful constellations, and I want to memorize every one.
I am determined to be a woman that wakes up every morning with the fire in her eyes
When I look toward the future, honestly, I see hardships and pain and uncertainty.
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…
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