Poems from madison.hudgins
I am the queen of disorientation.
There were bumble bees building nests in my hair and now I'm made of honey combes;
but sometimes my...
Your body is not a temple; it's a tree.
Equipt with branches for limbs and leaves for all the little in betweens.
Trees are meant to grow...
we were wild animals. neither of us belonged anywhere.you acted like you didn’t care.I said it didn’t bother me.One of us was lying.
Never have I ever been so envious of girls who I cannot relate to.
They left scars on your skin, deeper and much more substantial than...
i’m no artist, but the night I kissed you standing and shivering in the centerof your drivewayI painted precise pictures on your lips and...