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,
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…
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…
I could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath
I thought I was finally over this… this feeling, this aching in my bones, calling out touch me, touch me, touch me
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.
All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.
While riding in the car and listening to music that didn’t understand me, I noticed that there were no stars, and I don’t know what that means, but I think it means something. We pull...
For me, love has always been a heavy, and an urgent thing. It’s always hit me fast and hard,
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,
I’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
I often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.
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…
Once I asked a past love “Why is it that the ones I love a… and instead of feeding me all the typical
