You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
I have so many scars. So many. Too many to count. And all I can think is, “How can someone love me,
It would be my honor, to kiss those lips of yours though they’ve left many bruises. To hold those hands of yours,
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 often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.
I look at you, and I see you. I see your skin and it sends shivers
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…
Not a second goes by where I don’… for you have wound your way into t… Every time my heart beats, a fresh… Christian, Christian, Christian The first time a said your name, a…
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 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’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
It’s amazing how empty a hand can feel after holding someone else’s. But after holding your hand,
Once I asked a past love “Why is it that the ones I love a… and instead of feeding me all the typical
All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.
It’s the night before Christmas E… Tomorrow morning I’ll be surround… and laughter and warmth. But right now, tonight,
