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

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 know that soon you’ll be far away, and you won’t be coming back for a long while. And I want you to know that I’ll miss you like crazy every day for 730 days, but I also want you to k...

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

For me, love has always been a heavy, and an urgent thing. It’s always hit me fast and hard,

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

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

All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.

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

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,

I am determined to be a woman that wakes up every morning with the fire in her eyes