I’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
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 could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath
Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.
Your eyes are full of the most beautiful constellations, and I want to memorize every one.
I wonder what would happen if we just let go. If we let this love
For me, love has always been a heavy, and an urgent thing. It’s always hit me fast and hard,
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…
Lately, I’ve started to realize that even my blood runs.
I thought I was finally over this… this feeling, this aching in my bones, calling out touch me, touch me, touch me
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?
Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,
It would be my honor, to kiss those lips of yours though they’ve left many bruises. To hold those hands of yours,
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...
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…
