"She’s the rising smoke
after you blow a candle out,
twenty-two seconds of sunlight
when the sky’s full of clouds.
She’s the dream you have, so vivid,
you question if it really happened.
She’s the small part of you
that still believes in magic.
She’s a dizzy kind of comfort
that you never thought you’d feel.
She’s life after you recover,
all the ways in which you heal."
"I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark."