Remember, you didn’t come here to write your heart out. You came to write it in.

You keep worrying you’re taking up too much space. I wish you’d let yourself be the milky way.

Our insanity is not that we see people who aren’t there. It’s that we ignore the ones who are.

But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back.

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

Hey, are you a boy or a — never mind, can I have a push on the swing?” And some day, y’all, when we grow up, it’s all gonna be that simple.

That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.