Andrea Gibson Quotes

You have a heart of gold and I am kneeling in your bloodstream panning for the only thing that has ever felt like home.

If love did not exist I would be so goddamn sane my poems would be billboards. Suburbia would be enough. I would not have to gut myself to find my spine crushed into powder and brushed on her cheekbones. My hair would not be a hummingbird’s nest. My mind would not have to move so fast to rest.

So at 12:31pm, when he decided not to-
when he came down, when the road opened-
I did, too, my whole world, my whole mind
went home with living proof
of what I'd only before known in theory:

that we are truly not alone in this,
that our veins are absolutely strings
tied to other people's kites,
that our lives are connected.
That my butterflies are never gone,

they're just flying around
in someone else's belly sometimes'.

SHE’S NOT ASKING WHAT YOU’RE GONNA TELL YOUR DAUGHTER. SHE’S ASKING WHAT YOU’RE GONNA TEACH YOUR SON.

I know David argued with the chisel. I know he said, 'Make me softer.

What I know about living is the pain is never just ours
Every time I hurt I know the wound is an echo
So I keep a listening to the moment the grief becomes a window
When I can see what I couldn’t see before,
through the glass of my most battered dream, I watched a dandelion lose its mind in the wind
and when it did, it scattered a thousand seeds.

So the next time I tell you how easily I come out of my skin, don’t try to put me back in
just say here we are together at the window aching for it to all get better

"There was a typo in the book. The line read, "I want to merry you." I thought, "That's exactly what I want to do: merry somebody.

...It’s hard to watch
the game we make of love,
like everyone’s playing checkers
with their scars,
saying checkmate
whenever they get out
without a broken heart.

Just to be clear
I don’t want to get out
without a broken heart.
I intend to leave this life
so shattered
there’s gonna have to be
a thousand separate heavens
for all of my flying parts.

It’s true what they say about the gays being so fashionable — our ghosts never go out of style, even life is like funeral practice: half of us already dead to our families before we die, half of us still on our knees trying to crawl into the family photo.

Come, love, make me better than I was. Come teach me a kinder way to say my own name

I do not wear a welcome mat on my chest just so people can walk all over it fumbling with the keys to the locks they keep building for the doors I keep opening hoping someone will see the rainforest growing in my living room.

Even when the truth isn't hopeful, the telling of it is.

There is no weapon more dangerous than a wound.

Ever feel like the best of you is something you're still hoping to grow into?

Of all the violence I have known in my life I have never known violence like the violence I have spoken to myself,