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

To think, a sweater, is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village.

I'm not lookin' for someone who can save me. Life rafts might keep you afloat but they rarely get you anywhere and I've got places I wanna go. So break me in two, peel back my rib cage and cover every page of my heart with love poems you will burn someday.

I’ve written this poem before but always through a window, never through an open door.

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

I know you think this world is too dark to even dream in color, but I’ve seen flowers bloom at midnight. I’ve seen kites fly in gray skies and they were real close to looking like the sunrise, and sometime it takes the most wounded wings the most broken things to notice how strong the breeze is, how precious the flight.

Commit to loving yourself completely. It’s the most radical thing you will do in your lifetime.