On the cusp, knowing what to say and fear of saying it, I hesitate.
When the seas are calm, and the wind is steady, I forget the tumultuous sea we battled together.
A poem about beauty, scars, and love.
A poem about where to find love.
It could have been anyone in that moment, but it was you who were there, you I turned to in my need.
He reached across the table and brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face.
screams echo unheard