I’ve written this poem before but always through a window, never through an open door.
Remember, you didn’t come here to write your heart out. You came to write it in.
So guess what, if I ever have my own team I am picking everyone first even the worst kid and the kid with the stutter like a skipping record ’cause I know all of us are scratched, even if you can’t hear it when we speak.
Remind me that the most fertile lands were built by the fires of volcanoes.
You are not weak just because your heart feels so empty.
We were all born on days when too many people died in terrible ways, but you still have to call it a birthday.
Love is like sunshine. Sometimes you have to get burned to know you were there. I want to know that I’m here.
Touch me ’til my ribs become piano keys.
If you ever reach enlightenment. will you remember how to laugh?
This is my body. It is no one’s but mine.
I’m never gonna wait that extra twenty minutes to text you back and I’m never gonna play hard to get when I know your life has been hard enough already.
Your ignorance keeps dismembering every piece of patience I have left.
Everything but “I LOVE YOU” is small talk.
None of us are pretty, but our ugly has an alibi.
This is my heartbeat like yours, it is a hatchet It can build a house or tear one down.
Love isn’t always magic. Sometimes it’s just melting.
Fear is only a verb if you let it be. Don’t you dare let go of my hand!
Yes, I like girls; Yes, I like boys; I like boys who like boys; I like girls who wear toys and girls who don’t; I like girls who don’t call themselves girls; Crew cuts or curls or that really bad hair phase in between.
I have always been comfortable weathering the storm. I’d like to get more comfortable weathering the sunny day.
Someday we will dare to trade good for true.
You can have a cold war with yourself, even in the summertime.