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

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.

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

Forests may be gorgeous but there is nothing more alive than a tree that learns how to grow in a cemetery.

But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back. There is no bruise like the bruise loneliness kicks into your spine.

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

Someday we will dare to trade good for true