Nadé Marshall
-
How To Miss Somebody
You are here and they are there, and the space between the two of you fills you with an anguish you didn’t know existed. It is a space devoid of reason.
-
This Is Not Love, This Is Infatuation
Your hands feel like a touch of heaven, when you caress me, when you hold me, when you stroke my hair and touch my face, I have to remind myself to breathe.
-
For The Girls Who Cry Themselves To Sleep
These girls are all alone in the world. And they know it.