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.

When your heart is broken, you plant seeds in the cracks and pray for rain.

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.

It's your worst sin saving your f***ing life; It's the devil's knife carving holes into your soul so angels have a way to make their way inside; Life doesn't rhyme. Still, life is poetry, not math. The whole world's a stage, but the stage is a meditation mat. You tilt your head back; you breathe. when your heart is broken, you plant seeds in the cracks and you pray for rain.

Know you belong here. You belong here and everything you feel is okay.

If love did not exist, I would be so goddamn sane.

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