The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.

I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousand separate heavens for all of my flying parts

Remind me that the most fertile lands were built by the fires of volcanoes.

We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.

I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror
 on a day you’re feeling good. 
I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror
 on a day you’re feeling bad.
 I wanna know the first person who taught you your beauty
 could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass.

Do you know they found land mines in woman's souls.

I don't have a single plan for my life more important than learning to love people well.