I am determined to be a woman that wakes up every morning with the fire in her eyes

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

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

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

Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.

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

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

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…

Not a second goes by where I don’… for you have wound your way into t… Every time my heart beats, a fresh… Christian, Christian, Christian The first time a said your name, a…

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…

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 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.

I have so many scars. So many. Too many to count. And all I can think is, “How can someone love me,