Sometimes the most healing thing to do is remind ourselves over and over and over, other people feel this too.

Everyone’s chest is a living room wall with awkwardly placed photographs hiding fist-shaped holes.

This is my heartbeat like yours, it is a hatchet It can build a house or tear one down.

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

Touch me 'til my ribs become piano keys.

When your heart is broken, you plant seeds in the cracks and pray for rain.

You can find me on the moon waxing and waning. My heart full of petals, every single one begging 'Love me, love me, love me. Whoever I am. Whoever I become.'