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 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.

You keep worrying you’re taking up too much space. I wish you’d let yourself be the milky way.

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

None of us are pretty, but our ugly has an alibi.

Forests may be gorgeous but there is nothing more alive than a tree that learns how to grow in a cemetery.

Touch me ‘til my ribs become piano keys, ‘til there is sheet music scrolled across the inside of my lungs.