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

This is my body. It is no one's but mine.

What Gods do you believe in? I'll build you a temple of mirrors so you can see them.

Our insanity is not that we see people who aren’t there. It’s that we ignore the ones who are.

I have never met a heavy heart that wasn’t a phone booth with a red cape inside Some people will never understand the kind of superpower it takes for some people to just walk outside Some days I know my smile looks like the gutter of a falling house But my hands are always holding tight to the ripchord of believing

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.

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