Flowers bloomed on my fingertips w… Now, when I look at my hands all… And knowing there’s a chance that… And I don’t know how to tell you… But I’m scared that if you choose…
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
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...
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…
It’s amazing how empty a hand can feel after holding someone else’s. But after holding your hand,
I could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath
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…
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…
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…
Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,
When I look toward the future, honestly, I see hardships and pain and uncertainty.
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.
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,
