I often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.
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 wonder what would happen if we just let go. If we let this love
When I look toward the future, honestly, I see hardships and pain and uncertainty.
I have so many scars. So many. Too many to count. And all I can think is, “How can someone love me,
I need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.
Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,
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
You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that
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.
For me, love has always been a heavy, and an urgent thing. It’s always hit me fast and hard,
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…
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…
