Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.
Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,
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…
I look at you, and I see you. I see your skin and it sends shivers
I am determined to be a woman that wakes up every morning with the fire in her eyes
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…
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,
I find it funny that even though I’ve never slept next to you, I still feel the empty spaces where you’re supposed to fit.
I often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.
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...
I’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
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?
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…
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…