It’s amazing how empty a hand can feel after holding someone else’s. But after holding your hand,
Once I asked a past love “Why is it that the ones I love a… and instead of feeding me all the typical
I thought I was finally over this… this feeling, this aching in my bones, calling out touch me, touch me, touch me
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’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,
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
It would be my honor, to kiss those lips of yours though they’ve left many bruises. To hold those hands of yours,
We are like stained glass windows; Beaten and broken, in order to be pieced back together,
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.
It’s the night before Christmas E… Tomorrow morning I’ll be surround… and laughter and warmth. But right now, tonight,
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,
For me, love has always been a heavy, and an urgent thing. It’s always hit me fast and hard,
Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.
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…