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
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…
I need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.
While riding in the car and listening to music that didn’t understand me, I noticed that there were no stars, and I don’t know what that means, but I think it means something. We pull...
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…
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…
Once I asked a past love “Why is it that the ones I love a… and instead of feeding me all the typical
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.
When I look toward the future, honestly, I see hardships and pain and uncertainty.
I often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.
Lately, I’ve started to realize that even my blood runs.
Your eyes are full of the most beautiful constellations, and I want to memorize every one.
Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.
You want me, you’ve made that very clear. But that’s not enough for me. I don’t want lust, I want love. Do you love me?
I wonder what would happen if we just let go. If we let this love
