I could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath
I have so many scars. So many. Too many to count. And all I can think is, “How can someone love me,
Once I asked a past love “Why is it that the ones I love a… and instead of feeding me all the typical
I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that
I need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.
It would be my honor, to kiss those lips of yours though they’ve left many bruises. To hold those hands of yours,
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…
I’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
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
Not a second goes by where I don’… for you have wound your way into t… Every time my heart beats, a fresh… Christian, Christian, Christian The first time a said your name, a…
I often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.
I wonder what would happen if we just let go. If we let this love
I know that soon you’ll be far away, and you won’t be coming back for a long while. And I want you to know that I’ll miss you like crazy every day for 730 days, but I also want you to k...
All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.