if you kiss my neck and bite my lip your pants are coming off.
“I am obsessed with becoming a woman comfortable in her skin.”
“Poems are never just poems. They’re compensating for something. Here are the words I wish I had written in crescent-moon bite marks down your neck. Here are a hundred words for “stay,” and a hundred more for “please.” Here is how I hold a pen. Here is how the pen holds me. Here are my thoughts, over-steeped in empty fervor. Here is nothing and everything all at the same time.”
“There will always be a reason why you meet people. Either you need to change your life or you’re the one that will change theirs.”
“What if the cure for cancer is trapped inside the mind of the baby you’re considering aborting?”
what if the cure for cancer would have eventually developed inside the mind of a teenage girl who made a mistake and was forced to drop out of school and never receive an education in order to raise a child she did not want.
I wish I was confidant enough to Peirce my nips. That shits hot.
Having a cute waiter like I’ll have the chicken with a side of that dick