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

I am living today as someone I had not yet become yesterday and tonight I will borrow only pieces of who I am today to carry with me to tomorrow.

You panic button collector. You clock of beautiful ticks. You run out the door if you need to. You flock to the front row of your own class. You feather everything until you know you can always, always shake like a leaf on my family tree and know you belong here. You belong here and everything you feel is okay. Everything you feel is okay.

You can have a cold war with yourself, even in the summertime

I'm not lookin' for someone who can save me. Life rafts might keep you afloat but they rarely get you anywhere and I've got places I wanna go. So break me in two, peel back my rib cage and cover every page of my heart with love poems you will burn someday.

Love is like sunshine. Sometimes you have to get burned to know you were there. I want to know that I'm here.

We all have bullets beneath our skin we pray our lovers won't flinch at when they find.