All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.
Lately, I’ve started to realize that even my blood runs.
Once I asked a past love “Why is it that the ones I love a… and instead of feeding me all the typical
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
I thought I was finally over this… this feeling, this aching in my bones, calling out touch me, touch me, touch me
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...
For me, love has always been a heavy, and an urgent thing. It’s always hit me fast and hard,
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.
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 need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.
You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
We are like stained glass windows; Beaten and broken, in order to be pieced back together,
I know that soon you’ll be far away, and you won’t be coming back for a long while. And I want you to know that I’ll miss you like crazy every day for 730 days, but I also want you to k...
I am lost and confused I wonder what will become of me I hear laughter I see smiles I want to know how to be happy lik…