The first time my town saw the sky it sucker-punched us in the throat, left us breathless, said, I'm gonna keep you awake some nights without touching you. You'll make it up, the pain, you always do.
Everything is out there. That's why they call it everything.
Hearts don't break, y'all. They bruise and get better.
Stop inviting walls into wide open spaces.
How honest is it that we drink until we are dehydrated?
I am standing like shoe polish on an overstocked shelf hoping that one day someone will pick me to make things better.