We are like stained glass windows; Beaten and broken, in order to be pieced back together,
Your eyes are full of the most beautiful constellations, and I want to memorize every one.
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.
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…
For me, love has always been a heavy, and an urgent thing. It’s always hit me fast and hard,
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…
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…
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…
Once I asked a past love “Why is it that the ones I love a… and instead of feeding me all the typical
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,
I stayed in bed until 1:30 pm toda… because when my blanket is wrapped around me, it’s easier to pretend that you are, too.
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?
It’s the night before Christmas E… Tomorrow morning I’ll be surround… and laughter and warmth. But right now, tonight,
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