“If there’s one thing in this world
I’ve ever known for sure it’s 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 and
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,
peal back my rib cage and cover every page of my
heart with love poems 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
your hips the gates of hell if I know if heaven exists
but this will do just fine.”
—Andrea Gibson, Wasabi
