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…
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 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…
I am determined to be a woman that wakes up every morning with the fire in her eyes
For me, love has always been a heavy, and an urgent thing. It’s always hit me fast and hard,
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…
It’s amazing how empty a hand can feel after holding someone else’s. But after holding your hand,
I often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.
When I look toward the future, honestly, I see hardships and pain and uncertainty.
You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
I need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.
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...
We are like stained glass windows; Beaten and broken, in order to be pieced back together,