Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.
Your eyes are full of the most beautiful constellations, and I want to memorize every one.
It would be my honor, to kiss those lips of yours though they’ve left many bruises. To hold those hands of yours,
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 feel like my veins are about to… My lips are lacking. They’re incomplete, only half of a… My body is begging. It’s dying to be touched, to be fe…
You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
I’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
Once I asked a past love “Why is it that the ones I love a… and instead of feeding me all the typical
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
Lately, I’ve started to realize that even my blood runs.
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,
All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.
I wonder what would happen if we just let go. If we let this love
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…