The stars are the only ones guiding me back home,
but, something inside me doesn't want to go back

Beauty is in the blood I bleed

If you love me, that means you have to love the scars on my heart and my body...

What the hell am I doing?

Love blossoms in the most unique, unsuspecting, and beautiful places

I can't do this anymore. I can't fake my smile for you anymore.

Can you love me for me? The beast without beauty...

That awkward morning when you walk into school and all your friends look at you because you're showing a lot of skin

You know you've had a stress filled day when your head is pounding so hard you're sure everyone can hear it, too.

How the hell do I write a poem about her? Massive writers block.