I look at you, and I see you. I see your skin and it sends shivers
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...
We are like stained glass windows; Beaten and broken, in order to be pieced back together,
I used to think that you could measure a person’s… by how many and how much people loved them. I don’t know when
You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
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.
I thought I was finally over this… this feeling, this aching in my bones, calling out touch me, touch me, touch me
It’s amazing how empty a hand can feel after holding someone else’s. But after holding your hand,
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 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.
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?
I am determined to be a woman that wakes up every morning with the fire in her eyes
Your eyes are full of the most beautiful constellations, and I want to memorize every one.
It’s the night before Christmas E… Tomorrow morning I’ll be surround… and laughter and warmth. But right now, tonight,
I have so many scars. So many. Too many to count. And all I can think is, “How can someone love me,
