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.
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…
You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
It’s amazing how empty a hand can feel after holding someone else’s. But after holding your hand,
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…
I have so many scars. So many. Too many to count. And all I can think is, “How can someone love me,
I’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
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 often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.
All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.
We are like stained glass windows; Beaten and broken, in order to be pieced back together,
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.
Your eyes are full of the most beautiful constellations, and I want to memorize every one.
Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,
