"Someone asked me
What I wanted most
And I knew immediately
That I wanted someone who cared
Someone who would read my poems
And not ask my I was always sad
Someone who would listen to me
Talk about the clouds and the universe
And not tell me to shut up
Someone that would look into my eyes
And tell my they liked the fact
That they couldn’t tell my pupil from my iris
Someone that would rub my back
When I was sore
And kiss my lips
When I was sad
And I’ve been looking for that
For far too long
That I’m so scared
I’ll never find it"

I’m never happy but I know what makes me happy (via study-my-skin)

(via stcnehands)

"I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough."

I have become rather fearful I suppose.  (via dollpoetry)

(via lights-shinigami)