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…

Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,

It’s the night before Christmas E… Tomorrow morning I’ll be surround… and laughter and warmth. But right now, tonight,

I thought I was finally over this… this feeling, this aching in my bones, calling out touch me, touch me, touch me

We are like stained glass windows; Beaten and broken, in order to be pieced back together,

I often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.

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

I used to think that you could measure a person’s… by how many and how much people loved them. I don’t know when

I could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath

I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that

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...

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...

Lately, I’ve started to realize that even my blood runs.

Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.