I wonder what would happen if we just let go. If we let this love
I’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
I often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.
It would be my honor, to kiss those lips of yours though they’ve left many bruises. To hold those hands of yours,
I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that
You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
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…
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…
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?
1) From the very first second I saw you, you have been the only one I want. Thoughts of anybody else vanished and have not returned. From the very first day, you have been the first and...
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 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.
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.
