by Abigail Bucks | Feb 11, 2022 | Poetry
Fingers rarely grace the crevices of your scars Hands seldom explore the curvatures of your arms How deep, how intimate how beautiful Not just to see but to handle all their parts To touch beyond their skin to gently memorize their heart “Everyone sees how you...
by Abigail Bucks | Nov 29, 2021 | Poetry
I have always whispered to my heart Don’t give parts of yourself away To a lover. Because you risk then, Losing yourself. When you love someone, Parts of yourself get intertwined with them. Where is the start of them, & the start of me? Because if they...
