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.

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

Sometimes the break in your heart is like the hole in the flute. Sometimes it’s the place where the music comes through.

We all have bullets beneath our skin we pray our lovers won't flinch at when they find.

I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.

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.

To think, a sweater, is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village.