We are like stained glass windows; Beaten and broken, in order to be pieced back together,
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,
You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
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…
Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.
I need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.
Lately, I’ve started to realize that even my blood runs.
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.
It’s amazing how empty a hand can feel after holding someone else’s. But after holding your hand,
Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,
For me, love has always been a heavy, and an urgent thing. It’s always hit me fast and hard,
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’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
Your eyes are full of the most beautiful constellations, and I want to memorize every one.
All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.
