My heart is still a leather jacket I am waiting to give to someone sweet.

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

My heart is still a leather jacket I am waiting to give to someone sweet.

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.

You can stand on the cliff of my heart and shout nothing but ‘ugly’ through me. I promise all I will echo back is ‘Beauty, beauty, you have always been beauty

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

Sometimes the most healing thing to do is remind ourselves over and over and over, other people feel this too.