And we were Banksy on an overpass in New Orleans spray-painting porch lights on the hurricane. We were welcome mats for the un-forgiven. We never sold our windpipes to make a living. We were the letters sent to the wrong address, but opened anyway. We opened anyway.
Andrea GibsonIn 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 write back soon. Tell me you'll still come untethered.
Andrea GibsonIโm never gonna wait that extra twenty minutes to text you back, and Iโm never gonna play hard to get when I know your life has been hard enough already. When we all know everyoneโs life has been hard enough already itโs hard to watch the game we make of love, like everyoneโs playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I donโt want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered thereโs gonna have to be a thousand separate heavens for all of my flying parts.
Andrea Gibson