And all they know of hate is that it couldn't beat the love out of me. - Andrea Gibson

she's wondering how many women are walking around this world
feeling the tingling of their amputated wings
remembering what it was to fly to sing

I’M NEVER GONNA WAIT THAT EXTRA TWENTY MINUTES TO
TEXT YOU BACK AND I’M NEVER GONNA PLAY HARD TO GET.
I KNOW YOUR LIFE HAS BEEN HARD ENOUGH ALREADY.

I wish you were here.
Autumn is the hardest season.
The leaves are all falling
and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground
and the trees are naked and lonely.
I keep trying to tell them
new leaves will come around in the spring,
but you can’t tell trees those things,
they’re like me,
they just stand there
and don’t listen. — Andrea Gibson, from “Photograph,” Pole Dancing To Gospel Hymns (Write Bloody Publishing, 2008)