As I read you I fell in love with the holes between your words and I loved you most on the days you could not love yourself.

The hell in your soul will always find heaven in mine.

I have these knives in my chest that can't become words.

Silence is a cage. These words are my wings.

When you read someone's poetry, you carry their pain. When you listen to their music, you carry their soul.

If God could transcribe my heart, it'd still read "I love you".

When your eyes meet mine my silence breaks into poems.

How much hurt looks like art.

The sun loved me again when it saw that the stars would not abandon me.