Once I asked a past love “Why is it that the ones I love a… and instead of feeding me all the typical
Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.
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…
It’s the night before Christmas E… Tomorrow morning I’ll be surround… and laughter and warmth. But right now, tonight,
I often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.
I have so many scars. So many. Too many to count. And all I can think is, “How can someone love me,
For me, love has always been a heavy, and an urgent thing. It’s always hit me fast and hard,
Lately, I’ve started to realize that even my blood runs.
I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind 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,
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…
All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.
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 need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.
