In your arms I forget what the yarn knows of sweaters. I forget how to hold myself together. So if I unfold now like a love letter tell me you'll write back soon. Tell me you'll still come untethered. — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
To think, a sweater, is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village. — 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
Sometimes the most healing thing to do is remind ourselves over and over and over, other people feel this too. — 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 matter how… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground. — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
