disjointed members of an already broken body now there are two does that make a communion? or are we two broken pieces that fit nowhere?

disjointed members of an already broken body now there are two does that make a communion? or are we two broken pieces that fit nowhere?

cut me open and pour me out

Ingredients:
Directions:
Enjoy! 🙂 ❤ xoxoxo

it’s hell the way my mind ignores my reason

you pick at people like they’re scabs then wonder why their words sting you

sometimes I love you so much it hurts like my heart tightens and hurts in the way ripping a scab off new skin feels good but even though it only hurts sometimes I love you always scrapes and all

it used to make me sad: wondering if we’d be married in heaven wondering if our love could be so special that it would be allowed to last forever and at the time I would often wonder will I even go to heaven? how presumptuous of me what if you go there and I cannot follow? and now there are some days I wonder if I even believe in god at all but I always believe in you and I guess you’re a good enough answer to every question

you know how some people can tie a cherry stem into a knot inside their mouth? that’s how my insides feel when I see you but you don’t see me tying the knots

I just feel like I must fill the pauses in my speech with filler phrases for fear of losing a hand in the conversation

there is a power in my silence you’ll never understand
