I am determined to be a woman that wakes up every morning with the fire in her eyes
Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,
I’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
When I look toward the future, honestly, I see hardships and pain and uncertainty.
It would be my honor, to kiss those lips of yours though they’ve left many bruises. To hold those hands of yours,
While riding in the car and listening to music that didn’t understand me, I noticed that there were no stars, and I don’t know what that means, but I think it means something. We pull...
I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that
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…
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 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...
All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.
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?
We are like stained glass windows; Beaten and broken, in order to be pieced back together,