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 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.
I’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
I look at you, and I see you. I see your skin and it sends shivers
Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.
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…
It would be my honor, to kiss those lips of yours though they’ve left many bruises. To hold those hands of yours,
I need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.
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...
Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,
I have so many scars. So many. Too many to count. And all I can think is, “How can someone love me,
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…
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…
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?
