But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back. There is no bruise like the bruise loneliness kicks into your spine.

My mouth is a fire escape. The words coming out don’t care that they are naked. There is something burning in there.

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

Your ignorance keeps dismembering every piece of patience I have left.

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

..when a war ends, what does that look like exactly? do the cells in the body stop detonating themselves? does the orphanage stop screaming for its mother? when the sand in the desert has been melted down to glass and our reflection is not something we can stand to look at does the white flag make for a perfect blindfold? yesterday i was told a story about this little girl in Iraq, six-years-old, who cannot fall asleep because when she does she dreams of nothing but the day she watched her dog eat her neighbor's corpse. if you told her war is over do you think she can sleep?

Yesterday i carved your name into the surface of an ice cube then held it against my chest til it melted into my aching pores today i cried so hard the neighbors knocked on my door and asked if I wanted to borrow some sugar.