she's wondering how many women are walking around this world feeling the tingling of their amputated wings remembering what it was to fly to sing

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.

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.

Your ignorance keeps dismembering every piece of patience I have left.

My heart is a parachute that has never opened in time.

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

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