Last night I saw your ghost pedalling a bicycle with a basket towards a moon as full as my heavy head and… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
“I wrote too many poems in a language I did not yet know how to speak But I know now it doesn't… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
My heart is still a leather jacket I am waiting to give to someone sweet. — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
I'm never gonna wait that extra twenty minutes to text you back and I'm never gonna play hard to get when I… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
You panic button collector. You clock of beautiful ticks. You run out the door if you need to. You flock to the… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
So guess what, if I ever have my own team I am picking everyone first even the worst kid and the kid… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
“Because anyone who has ever sat in lotus for more than a few seconds knows it takes a hell of a lot… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
“I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
This is my heartbeat like yours, it is a hatchet It can build a house or tear one down. — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
Cause I might be naked and lonely Shaking branches for bones But I'm still time zones away From who I was the… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
Baby, I have no idea how this will end. Maybe the equator will fall like a hula hoop from the earth's hips… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
“ Rocking Chair Sad is. Scared is. That is all. The rocking chair I live in rocks like a paper boat. Sometimes… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
I’ve written this poem before but always through a window, never through an open door. — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
“Bliss is the moments you're with me / when you're gone my life hurts like hell / but I'll do anything to… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
I'm not lookin' for someone who can save me. Life rafts might keep you afloat but they rarely get you anywhere and… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
You never wish on shooting stars. You wish on the ones that have the courage to shine where they are. — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
“I remember the way love used to glow on my skin before he made his way in now every touch feels like… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
And we were Banksy on an overpass in New Orleans spray-painting porch lights on the hurricane. We were welcome mats for the… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
“So build yourself as beautiful as you want your world to be. Wrap yourself in light then give yourself away with your… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
“It is untrue that bravery can be measured by a lack of fear. It takes guts to tremble. It takes tremble to… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
In your arms I forget what the yarn knows of sweaters. I forget how to hold myself together. So if I unfold… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones. — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
It's your worst sin saving your f***ing life; It's the devil's knife carving holes into your soul so angels have a way… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
What Gods do you believe in? I'll build you a temple of mirrors so you can see them. — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
Your ignorance keeps dismembering every piece of patience I have left. — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
If you were to press your heart close up against somebody else’s heart eventually your hearts will start beating at the same time. And… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
Yesterday i carved your name into the surface of an ice cube then held it against my chest til it melted into my aching… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
Forests may be gorgeous but there is nothing more alive than a tree that learns how to grow in a cemetery. — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
“Our hearts beat so loud the neighbours think we’re fucking when I’m just trying to find the nerve to touch your face.” — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
Hey, are you a boy or a — never mind, can I have a push on the swing?” And some day, y’all, when we… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
Last night I saw your ghost pedalling a bicycle with a basket towards a moon as full as my heavy head and I wanted… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
“I am living today as someone I had not yet become yesterday And tonight I'll only borrow pieces of who I am today To… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
If you’re handing out flashlights in the dark, start handing out stars. — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
“And 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… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
