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

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.'

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.

I know a thousand things louder than a soldier's gun; I know the heartbeat of his mother.

Everything but "I LOVE YOU" is small talk.

I have never met a heavy heart that wasn’t a phone booth with a red cape inside Some people will never understand the kind of superpower it takes for some people to just walk outside Some days I know my smile looks like the gutter of a falling house But my hands are always holding tight to the ripchord of believing