kaylannixon
The calamity of our wretched bodies. The misfortune of our fresh, unscathed flesh. The absolution of this ripping void between souls that can only be filled with harsh words that we think we deserve. We wish to wreck our bodies, these fleshy tombs that hold us down so tightly, we think the things we throw at one another are cracking anything other than our souls, we act as if we can scar one another with these miles we have stretched between our mudded feet. There is a deep scar within my being that can only be filled by your body, lying quietly on its side, weeping into the pillow beside my head. I will never be whole at this rate, we will never be whole at this rate.
Our love, the calamity of this all, the way it drowns us both and fills up our fragile lungs until they are seeping, mixing blood and water, diluting our precious fluid. We grasp one another in the depths and pull one another so tightly our flesh becomes one, we find beauty in the way we wreck one another, we find beauty in our own broken parts.......blah blah blah I don't know.