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,
You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
Your eyes are full of the most beautiful constellations, and I want to memorize every one.
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 need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.
Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.
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…
Hey, you wonderful man, look here… Let me see those eyes. You are lovely, nothing less. If you think any different, you ar… Others may fail to see your beauty…
It’s amazing how empty a hand can feel after holding someone else’s. But after holding your hand,
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…
Once I asked a past love “Why is it that the ones I love a… and instead of feeding me all the typical
I often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.
All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.
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…
I have so many scars. So many. Too many to count. And all I can think is, “How can someone love me,
