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.

Know you belong here. You belong here and everything you feel is okay.

I'm good at loving books. I'm good at loving soft bed sheets. I'm good at loving coffees and teas. I am good at loving things that can't love me back, that don't have the power to leave. And maybe, that's why I love them.

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

Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground.

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

Love isn't always magic. But if I offered my body to the magician, if I told him to cut me in half so after that I could come to you whole and ask for you back would you listen for this dark alley love song? For the winter we heated our home from the steam off our own bodies?