I have so many scars. So many. Too many to count. And all I can think is, “How can someone love me,
It would be my honor, to kiss those lips of yours though they’ve left many bruises. To hold those hands of yours,
It’s the night before Christmas E… Tomorrow morning I’ll be surround… and laughter and warmth. But right now, tonight,
All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.
Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,
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…
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 could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath
I wonder what would happen if we just let go. If we let this love
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,
I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that
Once I asked a past love “Why is it that the ones I love a… and instead of feeding me all the typical
Lately, I’ve started to realize that even my blood runs.
I know that soon you’ll be far away, and you won’t be coming back for a long while. And I want you to know that I’ll miss you like crazy every day for 730 days, but I also want you to k...
