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. - Andrea Gibson

The trauma said, 'Don't write this poem. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.' But my bones said, 'Remember the boy who dove into the Hudson River convinced he was entirely alone.' My bones said, 'Write the poem.

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.