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?
Being a poet is not simply being g… It is much more than that. Writing poetry is something that y… A poet is something that you are. We see the world not as a bunch of…
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…
I often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.
I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that
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,
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...
Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,
Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.
I have so many scars. So many. Too many to count. And all I can think is, “How can someone love me,
I am determined to be a woman that wakes up every morning with the fire in her eyes
It’s amazing how empty a hand can feel after holding someone else’s. But after holding your hand,
elegant but chaotic, burdened with the weight of destruction, but stronger because of it. bright, beautiful, with so many shining colors all entangling in a perfect, mesmerizing patter...
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 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.