If you’re handing out flashlights in the dark, start handing out stars.

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

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

You keep worrying you’re taking up too much space. I wish you’d let yourself be the milky way.

Your ignorance keeps dismembering every piece of patience I have left.

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

I would kiss you in the middle of the ocean during a lightning storm cuz I'd rather be left for dead than wondering what thunder sounds like.