Now I know how a perfect love goes wrong. I no longer need to go down on bended knee.
I’m obsessed with bones. And, yes, with abs as well.
Caitlyn Siehl (What We Buried)
You were a dialect I was once so fluent in.
You were the first word that I ever wanted to write.
A hundred years from now, someone will find us.
You, sitting like a stone on my chest;
my bones broken in half to make way for the weight
of all that you’ve left behind.
They will love you anyways.