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

My heart is a parachute that has never opened in time.

A doctor once told me I feel too much. I said, so does god. that’s why you can see the grand canyon from the moon.

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.

You can find me on the moon waxing and waning. My heart full of petals, every single one begging 'Love me, love me, love me. Whoever I am. Whoever I become.'

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

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