I have so many scars. So many. Too many to count. And all I can think is, “How can someone love me,
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…
I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that
You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.
I could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath
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…
Lately, I’ve started to realize that even my blood runs.
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…
1) From the very first second I saw you, you have been the only one I want. Thoughts of anybody else vanished and have not returned. From the very first day, you have been the first and...
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…
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,
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?
