Touch me 'til my ribs become piano keys.

I would kiss you in the middle of the ocean during a lightning storm cuz I'd rather be left for dead than wondering what thunder sounds like.

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

The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.

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

If you were to press your heart close up against somebody else’s heart eventually your hearts will start beating at the same time. And two little babies in an incubator, their hearts will beat at the same time. Love that. So if you have somebody in your life that is prone to anxiety, like myself, and if you happen to be a calm person, you could come up and hug me heart to heart and my heart hopefully would slow to yours. And I just love that idea. Or maybe yours would speed up to mine. But either way, we’ll be there together.

If love did not exist, I would be so goddamn sane.