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.

Andrea Gibson

Categorized in : Writing Heart Home

And we were Banksy on an overpass in New Orleans spray-painting porch lights on the hurricane. We were welcome mats for the un-forgiven. We never sold our windpipes to make a living. We were the letters sent to the wrong address, but opened anyway. We opened anyway.

new-orleans light inspirational

Everything but "I LOVE YOU" is small talk. by Andrea Gibson

Everything but "I LOVE YOU" is small talk.

loving-someone poetry love

If love did not exist, I would be so goddamn sane. by Andrea Gibson

If love did not exist, I would be so goddamn sane.

sane ifs would-be

What Gods do you believe in? I'll build you a temple of mirrors s... by Andrea Gibson

What Gods do you believe in? I'll build you a temple of mirrors so you can see them.

temples mirrors believe

Yes, I like girls; Yes, I like boys; I like boys who like boys; I like girls who wear toys and girls who don't; I like girls who don't call themselves girls; Crew cuts or curls or that really bad hair phase in between.

cutting girl boys

Your ignorance keeps dismembering every piece of patience I have... by Andrea Gibson

Your ignorance keeps dismembering every piece of patience I have left.

left pieces ignorance

Someday we will dare to trade good for true by Andrea Gibson

Someday we will dare to trade good for true

someday dare trade

I'm never gonna wait that extra twenty minutes to text you back and I'm never gonna play hard to get when I know your life has been hard enough already.

enough-already play-hard inspirational

Fear is only a verb if you let it be. Don't you dare let go of my... by Andrea Gibson

Fear is only a verb if you let it be. Don't you dare let go of my hand!

verbs letting-go hands

Love isn't always magic. But if I offered my body to the magician, if I told him to cut me in half so after that I could come to you whole and ask for you back would you listen for this dark alley love song? For the winter we heated our home from the steam off our own bodies?

cutting home song

So guess what, if I ever have my own team I am picking everyone first even the worst kid and the kid with the stutter like a skipping record 'cause I know all of us are scratched, even if you can't hear it when we speak.

team inspirational kids

If you’re handing out flashlights in the dark, start handing out... by Andrea Gibson

If you’re handing out flashlights in the dark, start handing out stars.

flashlights stars dark

Hey, are you a boy or a — never mind, can I have a push on the swing?” And some day, y’all, when we grow up, it’s all gonna be that simple.

growing-up simple boys

I’ve written this poem before but always through a window, never... by Andrea Gibson

I’ve written this poem before but always through a window, never through an open door.

written doors window

I am wrong more often than i am writing and even then i am often... by Andrea Gibson

I am wrong more often than i am writing and even then i am often wrong

writing

Yesterday i carved your name into the surface of an ice cube then held it against my chest til it melted into my aching pores today i cried so hard the neighbors knocked on my door and asked if I wanted to borrow some sugar.

ice names yesterday

If you ever reach enlightenment. will you remember how to laugh? by Andrea Gibson

If you ever reach enlightenment. will you remember how to laugh?

enlightenment remember laughing

Touch me 'til my ribs become piano keys. by Andrea Gibson

Touch me 'til my ribs become piano keys.

ribs piano keys

Love isn't always magic. Sometimes it's just melting. by Andrea Gibson

Love isn't always magic. Sometimes it's just melting.

melting magic love-is

This is my body. It is no one's but mine. by Andrea Gibson

This is my body. It is no one's but mine.

mines body