i'm building a body where our design has failed

Dear brain - You’re such a good listener, but you give terrible relationship advice.
Dear heart - I trust you. Don’t fuck this up.
Dear legs - Walking is easy. Now pick a destination.


Dear voice - You have their attention, so say something worth remembering. I’m counting on you.


I wish my sentences came with receipts so I could take back my words.


Forget the shallow stuff, I want the deepest kind of love. That ‘I want to stay up late and tell you all my secrets’ kind of love. That 'every time I see you, I walk on pieces' kind of love. I want that ‘stand next to me’ kind of love. That ‘it’s by destiny’ kind of love. That ‘no matter what happens to me, you’ll always get the best of me’ kind of love. That ‘you get my heart and my mind, this world gets the rest of me’ kind of love. That ‘invest in me’ kind of love, because ‘you already know that I’m invested in you’ kind of love.


Pull me close to you, tell me that you love me, then scratch your future into my back, so I can be everything that you live for.


I promise, that I will love you as if it’s the only thing that I’ve ever done correctly.


if you were here, right now, I would massage your back until your skin would sing songs that your lips don’t even know the words to, until your heart beat sounds like my last name


I’m still learning to love the parts of me that no one claps for.


I hope my hands feel like all the places you’ve called home. Secretly, every hotel would much rather be a house.


I’m an awful mechanic,
but somehow I’m still better
at fixing cars
than relationships.


When you are born
during an argument,
you spend the rest of your life
feeling like an interruption.


I love you, simple.
I like that we will never be we.


I think I finally stopped
wanting you.


You are more than I could
ever put into a poem.


You know how this ends. There’s nothing you can do to change it, so make peace with it now.


Stand upright. You promised.


I’m sorry I told our secrets. Sorry I put them in a book. Sorry I didn’t tell you about it.


I’m sorry your life looks like this in photo albums.


I want ice cream and long letters. I want to read long love letters but I don’t think he loves me.


After making love, we hear footsteps


Courage is ripping your heart from your chest and saying “Here, hold on to this for me”.


Truth is everything you tell yourself when you realize you are the only one still paying attention.


Self is whoever you become when the door is locked.


Success is a thank you letter from a kid who lives in a city that you’ve never even been to. It’s breaking up a fight between a person and everything that’s telling them they will never be more than what they are.


I bet there are angels in Heaven with black eyes and broken halos
who claimed they fell down the stairs.


Sooner or later you will realize that you are praying to your own shadow,
that you are standing in front of mirrors and are worshipping your own reflection.


There is nothing rational about love. Love stutters when it gets nervous, love trips over its own shoelaces. Love is clumsy, and my heart refuses wear a helmet.


She is my musician
And me, I guess you could say, that I’m her favorite song


Loving you was the last thing I felt really good at.


I was born feet first and I've been backwards ever since


My hobbies include editing my life story, hiding behind metaphors
And trying to convince my shadow that I'm someone worth following