We all have bullets beneath our skin we pray our lovers won't flinch at when they find.

It's your worst sin saving your f***ing life; It's the devil's knife carving holes into your soul so angels have a way to make their way inside; Life doesn't rhyme. Still, life is poetry, not math. The whole world's a stage, but the stage is a meditation mat. You tilt your head back; you breathe. when your heart is broken, you plant seeds in the cracks and you pray for rain.

How many wars will it take us to learn that only the dead return?

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

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.

I am wrong more often than i am writing and even then i am often wrong

But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back.