hoping this cold blue water scrubs me clean and spits me out again

"Stay," Harry whispers desperately, pressing his lips to Louis' temple like he can somehow ease the pain that's blooming there, but he can't make the pain stop and no matter how hard he tries he can't make Louis stay. - {not my story} COMPLETED

Love (Poetry)

Here you can find some of the love poems written by me. And don't you dare try to steal my work.

she's not like the others.

quiet isn't always violent. #1 in poetry 11/2

youth

times have changed

creating constellations

an abundance of space metaphors and you. #1 in poetry 6/7/16