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

You can have a cold war with yourself, even in the summertime

You can find me on the moon waxing and waning. My heart full of petals, every single one begging 'Love me, love me, love me. Whoever I am. Whoever I become.'

Remind me that the most fertile lands were built by the fires of volcanoes.

I don't believe we're hateful. I think mostly we're just asleep, but the math adds up the same.

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.

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