Safety isn't always safe. You can find one on every gun.

Love isn't always magic. But if I offered my body to the magician, if I told him to cut me in half so after that I could come to you whole and ask for you back would you listen for this dark alley love song? For the winter we heated our home from the steam off our own bodies?

That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.

I don't believe we're hateful. I think mostly we're just asleep, but the math adds up the same.

So guess what, if I ever have my own team I am picking everyone first even the worst kid and the kid with the stutter like a skipping record 'cause I know all of us are scratched, even if you can't hear it when we speak.

Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.

Touch me ‘til my ribs become piano keys, ‘til there is sheet music scrolled across the inside of my lungs.