You panic button collector. You clock of beautiful ticks. You run out the door if you need to. You flock to the front row of your own class. You feat….

This is my body. It is no one's but mine..

I am living today as someone I had not yet become yesterday and tonight I will borrow only pieces of who I am today to carry with me to tomorrow..

I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself yo….

Love is like sunshine. Sometimes you have to get burned to know you were there. I want to know that I'm here..

In your arms I forget what the yarn knows of sweaters. I forget how to hold myself together. So if I unfold now like a love letter tell me you'll wri….

Cause I might be naked and lonely Shaking branches for bones But I'm still time zones away From who I was the day before we met You were the first mi….

What Gods do you believe in? I'll build you a temple of mirrors so you can see them..

I am wrong more often than i am writing and even then i am often wrong.

My heart is still a leather jacket I am waiting to give to someone sweet..

I said to the sun, ‘Tell me about the big bang.’ The sun said, ‘it hurts to become..

Love isn't always magic. But if I offered my body to the magician, if I told him to cut me in half so after that I could come to you whole and ask fo….

Touch me 'til my ribs become piano keys..

..when a war ends, what does that look like exactly? do the cells in the body stop detonating themselves? does the orphanage stop screaming for its m….

You never wish on shooting stars. You wish on the ones that have the courage to shine where they are..

I don't believe we're hateful. I think mostly we're just asleep, but the math adds up the same..

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 alre….

I know you think this world is too dark to even dream in color, but I’ve seen flowers bloom at midnight. I’ve seen kites fly in gray skies and they w….

You can have a cold war with yourself, even in the summertime.

Right now there’s a man on the street outside my door with outstretched hands full of heartbeats no one can hear. He has cheeks like torn sheet music….

To think, a sweater, is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village..