If love did not exist, I would be so goddamn sane.

The holy have done more damage to this world than the devil ever could.

I'm never gonna wait that extra twenty minutes to text you back and I'm never gonna play hard to get when I know your life has been hard enough already.

Last night I saw your ghost pedalling a bicycle with a basket towards a moon as full as my heavy head and I wanted nothing more than to be sitting in that basket like ET with my glowing heart glowing right through my chest and my glowing finger pointing in the direction of our home.

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

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

My mouth is a fire escape. The words coming out don’t care that they are naked. There is something burning in there.