I have so many scars. So many. Too many to count. And all I can think is, “How can someone love me,
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…
You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,
I wonder what would happen if we just let go. If we let this love
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…
When I look toward the future, honestly, I see hardships and pain and uncertainty.
I need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.
Lately, I’ve started to realize that even my blood runs.
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 thought I was finally over this… this feeling, this aching in my bones, calling out touch me, touch me, touch me
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…
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.
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…
It would be my honor, to kiss those lips of yours though they’ve left many bruises. To hold those hands of yours,
