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 thought I was finally over this… this feeling, this aching in my bones, calling out touch me, touch me, touch me

I could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath

I look at you, and I see you. I see your skin and it sends shivers

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…

All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.

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 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.

It’s the night before Christmas E… Tomorrow morning I’ll be surround… and laughter and warmth. But right now, tonight,

I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that

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...

I wonder what would happen if we just let go. If we let this love

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...