I could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath
When I look toward the future, honestly, I see hardships and pain and uncertainty.
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
I stayed in bed until 1:30 pm toda… because when my blanket is wrapped around me, it’s easier to pretend that you are, too.
It’s the night before Christmas E… Tomorrow morning I’ll be surround… and laughter and warmth. But right now, tonight,
Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,
Lately, I’ve started to realize that even my blood runs.
I am determined to be a woman that wakes up every morning with the fire in her eyes
We are like stained glass windows; Beaten and broken, in order to be pieced back together,
I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that
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 often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.
1) From the very first second I saw you, you have been the only one I want. Thoughts of anybody else vanished and have not returned. From the very first day, you have been the first and...
I’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
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…