You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
I wonder what would happen if we just let go. If we let this love
I look at you, and I see you. I see your skin and it sends shivers
I have so many scars. So many. Too many to count. And all I can think is, “How can someone love me,
Your eyes are full of the most beautiful constellations, and I want to memorize every one.
I could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath
It would be my honor, to kiss those lips of yours though they’ve left many bruises. To hold those hands of yours,
I thought I was finally over this… this feeling, this aching in my bones, calling out touch me, touch me, touch me
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.
It’s amazing how empty a hand can feel after holding someone else’s. But after holding your hand,
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?
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 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…
For me, love has always been a heavy, and an urgent thing. It’s always hit me fast and hard,
I need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.
