Poems from The Hurt one
What if we got married
Just listen to me
I want you to be the first one I see
I want four
Or more
I want you to wake me with a gentle...
She was so small the day she was born
I rubbed until I heard a cry
Still wet and very warm
I wouldn't let her die
I came every day just...
Long sleeves are made to hide my mistakes
To hide my pain
They’re always there in the back of my brain
In the summer in the spring
But...
When I look at him my heart stops
When his hand met mine I never wanted to let go
Every touch is a new page
Each conversation is a new...
I want to feel something
Not just the blade upon my arm
I want to love someone
That won’t do me any harm
I don't want to cry anymore
I...