I thought I was finally over this… this feeling, this aching in my bones, calling out touch me, touch me, touch me

I could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath

I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that

Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,

I need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.

Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.

Lately, I’ve started to realize that even my blood runs.

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 often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.

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.

I have so many scars. So many. Too many to count. And all I can think is, “How can someone love me,

Your eyes are full of the most beautiful constellations, and I want to memorize every one.

I look at you, and I see you. I see your skin and it sends shivers

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?