You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
Lately, I’ve started to realize that even my blood runs.
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.
I thought I was finally over this… this feeling, this aching in my bones, calling out touch me, touch me, touch me
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…
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,
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.
Your eyes are full of the most beautiful constellations, and I want to memorize every one.
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’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
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…
Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.
