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

Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground.

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.

You never wish on shooting stars. You wish on the ones that have the courage to shine where they are.

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?

My heart is still a leather jacket I am waiting to give to someone sweet.

...And for every day you paint the war, take a week and paint the beauty, the color, the shape of the landscape you’re marching towards. Everyone knows what you’re against; show them what you’re for.