It’s the night before Christmas E… Tomorrow morning I’ll be surround… and laughter and warmth. But right now, tonight,
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...
It’s amazing how empty a hand can feel after holding someone else’s. But after holding your hand,
I could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath
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.
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…
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…
I need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.
Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.
You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,
It would be my honor, to kiss those lips of yours though they’ve left many bruises. To hold those hands of yours,
All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.
For me, love has always been a heavy, and an urgent thing. It’s always hit me fast and hard,
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…
