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.
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…
I could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath
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 am determined to be a woman that wakes up every morning with the fire in her eyes
It’s amazing how empty a hand can feel after holding someone else’s. But after holding your hand,
Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,
I wonder what would happen if we just let go. If we let this love
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 have so many scars. So many. Too many to count. And all I can think is, “How can someone 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…
When I look toward the future, honestly, I see hardships and pain and uncertainty.
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’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
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…