This is my heartbeat like yours, it is a hatchet It can build a house or tear one down.

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

We have to create; it is the only thing louder than destruction.

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. When we all know everyone’s life has been hard enough already it’s hard to watch the game we make of love, like everyone’s playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don’t want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there’s gonna have to be a thousand separate heavens for all of my flying parts.

Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground.

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 every tear-broken crescendo falling on deaf ears. At his side there’s a boy with eyes like an anthem no one stands up for.

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