Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they’re falling likethey’re falling in love with the ground.
That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.
But whatever However Whenever this ends I want you to know That right now I love you forever
I would kiss you in the middle of the ocean during a lightning storm cuz I’d rather be left for dead than wondering what thunder sounds like.
My mouth is a fire escape.The words coming outdon’t care that they are naked.There is something burning in there.
Safety isn’t always safe. You can find one on every gun.
Remind me that the most fertile lands were built by the fires of volcanoes.
Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion, or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?
and I wonder if Beethoven held his breaththe first time his fingers touched the keysthe same way a soldier holds his breaththe first time his finger clicks the trigger.We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.
The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems.Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.
I wrote too many poems in a language I did not yet know how to speak.
A doctor once told me I feel too much. I said, so does god. that’s why you can see the grand canyon from the moon.