We are like stained glass windows; Beaten and broken, in order to be pieced back together,
I’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
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.
Once I asked a past love “Why is it that the ones I love a… and instead of feeding me all the typical
It would be my honor, to kiss those lips of yours though they’ve left many bruises. To hold those hands of yours,
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 need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.
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…
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…
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...
I am determined to be a woman that wakes up every morning with the fire in her eyes
Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.
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.
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...
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…