It’s amazing how empty a hand can feel after holding someone else’s. But after holding your hand,
I thought I was finally over this… this feeling, this aching in my bones, calling out touch me, touch me, touch me
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...
Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.
I wonder what would happen if we just let go. If we let this love
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 am determined to be a woman that wakes up every morning with the fire in her eyes
I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that
I often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.
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 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
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,
When I look toward the future, honestly, I see hardships and pain and uncertainty.
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…
