We have to create; it is the only thing louder than destruction.

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.

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

You are not weak just because your heart feels so empty.

I’ve written this poem before but always through a window, never through an open door.

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.

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