…and if there’s one thing in this world I’ve ever known for sure is that this girl is gonna crush me like a small bug, leave me so fucking broken there’ll be body bags beneath my eyes from nights I cried so hard the stars died. But I’m like, go ahead, I’m all yours. I would kiss you in the middle of the ocean during a lightning storm cause I’d rather be left for dead than left to wonder what thunder sounds like. I’m not looking for someone to save me. Life rafts might keep you afloat but they rarely get you anywhere and I’ve got places I want to go. So break me in two, peel back my ribcage and cover every page of my heart with love poems that you will burn some day. The most fertile lands were built by the hands of volcanoes and I want to know what grows beneath the drone of hallmark and roses.
I want your goodbye to feel like explosives, your lips a burning building without fire escapes. …
Love is like sunshine. Sometimes you have to get burned to know you were there and I want you to know I’m here. Every single part of me, my heart open as the river’s eyes. The first time it sees the ocean. My god, look at those waves. Listen to that thundering tide. Can you imagine anything more frightening? Can you imagine anything more alive?
—Andrea Gibson
