Say this is what the pain made of you: an open, open, open road, an avalanche of feel it all.
To think, a sweater, is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village.
Do you know they found land mines in woman’s souls.
But whatever However Whenever this ends I want you to know That right now I love you forever.
Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground.
Touch me ’til my ribs become piano keys, ’til there is sheet music scrolled across the inside of my lungs.
When your heart is broken, you plant seeds in the cracks and pray for rain.
But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back. There is no bruise like the bruise loneliness kicks into your spine.
I don’t believe we’re hateful. I think mostly we’re just asleep, but the math adds up the same.
My heart is still a leather jacket I am waiting to give to someone sweet.
Yesterday i carved your name into the surface of an ice cube then held it against my chest til it melted into my aching pores today i cried so hard the neighbors knocked on my door and asked if I wanted to borrow some sugar.
I am wrong more often than i am writing and even then i am often wrong.
We have to create; it is the only thing louder than destruction.
I’ve written this poem before but always through a window, never through an open door.
What Gods do you believe in? I’ll build you a temple of mirrors so you can see them.
If you’re handing out flashlights in the dark, start handing out stars.
I know a thousand things louder than a soldier’s gun; I know the heartbeat of his mother.
You keep worrying you’re taking up too much space. I wish you’d let yourself be the milky way.
If love did not exist, I would be so goddamn sane.
Safety isn’t always safe. You can find one on every gun.