It would be my honor, to kiss those lips of yours though they’ve left many bruises. To hold those hands of yours,
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...
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…
I’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
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…
Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,
I look at you, and I see you. I see your skin and it sends shivers
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 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 often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.
Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.
We are like stained glass windows; Beaten and broken, in order to be pieced back together,
I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that
For me, love has always been a heavy, and an urgent thing. It’s always hit me fast and hard,
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...
