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
For me, love has always been a heavy, and an urgent thing. It’s always hit me fast and hard,
I am determined to be a woman that wakes up every morning with the fire in her eyes
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…
It would be my honor, to kiss those lips of yours though they’ve left many bruises. To hold those hands of yours,
It’s amazing how empty a hand can feel after holding someone else’s. But after holding your hand,
I’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
When I look toward the future, honestly, I see hardships and pain and uncertainty.
Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.
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 could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath
You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
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 have so many scars. So many. Too many to count. And all I can think is, “How can someone love me,
Hey, you wonderful man, look here… Let me see those eyes. You are lovely, nothing less. If you think any different, you ar… Others may fail to see your beauty…
