I need someone to
sneak up behind me,
grab me by the hand,
and pull me along
beside them.

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 would be my honor,
to kiss those lips of yours
though they’ve left
many bruises.
To hold those hands of yours,

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 bet you’ll never know
the sound
that skin makes as you
rip it apart,
or the peace of mind that

For me,
love has always been a heavy,
and an urgent thing.
It’s always hit me
fast and hard,

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

I know that soon you’ll be far awa
But one other thing you should kno
I hope you keep it with you. I ho
So, for goodness’ sake, go, serve

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.

You don’t love me,
but that’s okay, I understand.
It only makes sense.
Someone like you,
so beautiful,

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

Being a poet is not simply being g
It is much more than that.
Writing poetry is something that y
We see the world not as a bunch of
but as thoughts

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.

Your eyes are full of
the most beautiful constellations,
and I want to memorize every one.

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

We are like stained glass windows;
Beaten and broken,
in order to be
pieced
back together,

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 could write a poem about
every square inch
of your skin.
I could write a poem about
every breath

I look at you,
and I see you.
I see your skin
and it sends
shivers

Once
I asked a past love
“Why is it that the ones I love a
and instead of feeding me
all the typical

I thought I was finally over this
this feeling,
this aching in my bones,
calling out
I’m too proud to ever admit this t

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

It’s the night before Christmas E
Tomorrow morning I’ll be surround
and laughter and warmth.
But right now,
tonight,

Tonight,
I feel as if there is an ocean
right beneath my skin.
Ebbing,
flowing,

I have so many scars.
So many.
Too many to count.
And all I can think is,
“How can someone love me,

He is like a flame.
The way he moves;
elegant but chaotic, burdened with
The way he looks;
bright, beautiful, with so many sh

I’ve been putting off writing abou
you
for months now.
I didn’t want to do it,
because I felt that

I wonder
what would happen
if we just let go.
If we let
this love

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

While riding in the car and listen
We pulled up to the house and for
The bonfire was huge and enchantin
We played hide-and-seek and I end
This time I was hiding on the gro

1) From the very first second I s
2) When you’re beside me, I don’t
3) I’ll never be able to explain t
4) Every time you walk away, it hu
5) Sometimes, thoughts of you are

When I look toward the future,
honestly,
I see hardships and
pain and
uncertainty.

All my life,
I’ve felt like
my hands
have been
empty and searching.

I am determined
to be a woman that
wakes up
every morning
with the fire in her eyes

I often find what is said to be di
rather interesting,
and what is said to be interesting
rather disturbing.

Scars, scars, scars.
Scars on my arms.
Scars on my legs.
Scars on my stomach.
Scars on my mind.