I’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
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…
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,
I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that
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…
These scars won’t come off no matt… Unlike dirt or mud, that simply disappear with a bit o… this filth that covers my skin is… A kind that is not so easily remov…
I thought I was finally over this… this feeling, this aching in my bones, calling out touch me, touch me, touch me
It’s the night before Christmas E… Tomorrow morning I’ll be surround… and laughter and warmth. But right now, tonight,
It would be my honor, to kiss those lips of yours though they’ve left many bruises. To hold those hands of yours,
Your eyes are full of the most beautiful constellations, and I want to memorize every one.
Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,
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...
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.
When I look toward the future, honestly, I see hardships and pain and uncertainty.