Right now there’s a man on the street outside my door with outstretched hands full of heartbeats no one can hear. He has cheeks like torn sheet music… - Andrea Gibson

there’s a boy with eyes like an anthem

no one stands up for.

I am living today as someone I had not yet become yesterday
And tonight I'll only borrow pieces of who I am today
To carry with me to tomorrow

Somebody pray for the soldiers.
Somebody pray for what's lost.
Somebody pray for the mailbox
that holds the official letters
to the mothers, fathers,
sisters and little brothers
of Michael 19... Steven 21... John 33.
How ironic that their deaths sound like bible verses.

Love, you will never lose me to the wind. You are the lightning that made me fill my chest with candles. You are the thunder clapping for the poem nobody else wants to hear. You are an icicle’s tear watering a tulip on the first day of spring. You melt me alive. You kiss me deep as my roots will reach, and I want nothing more than