My world was the size of a crayon box, and it took every colour to draw her

I will love you with too many commas, but never any asterisks.

It does not matter how strong your gravity is, we were always meant to fly.

Be careful, darling. Your footsteps land heavy here. Your racket will wake the dragons.

I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.

No, I don't think poems will save us. And yet, and yet

And the spaces that he never saw: the ones my parents had labeled private parts when I was still small enough to fit all of my self and worries inside a bathtub,I made up for them by handing over all the private parts of me.There was no secret I did not tell him,there was no moment we did not share.We didn't grow up, we grew in: like ivy wrapping,molding each other into perfect yins and yangs.

Remember that good things come in three's.And so do bad things.And always apologize whenyou've done something wrong.But don't you ever apologise for the way your eyes refuseto stop shining; your voice is small,but don't ever stop singing.