Your ignorance keeps dismembering every piece of patience I have left.
We have to create; it is the only thing louder than destruction.
A doctor once told me I feel too much. I said, so does god. that’s why you can see the grand canyon from the moon.
Touch me ‘til my ribs become piano keys, ‘til there is sheet music scrolled across the inside of my lungs.
Someday we will dare to trade good for true
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