You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
I often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.
Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.
For me, love has always been a heavy, and an urgent thing. It’s always hit me fast and hard,
We are like stained glass windows; Beaten and broken, in order to be pieced back together,
Your eyes are full of the most beautiful constellations, and I want to memorize every one.
All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.
Once I asked a past love “Why is it that the ones I love a… and instead of feeding me all the typical
I need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.
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…
I could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath
1) From the very first second I saw you, you have been the only one I want. Thoughts of anybody else vanished and have not returned. From the very first day, you have been the first and...
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…
It’s amazing how empty a hand can feel after holding someone else’s. But after holding your hand,
It would be my honor, to kiss those lips of yours though they’ve left many bruises. To hold those hands of yours,