i'm building a body where our design has failed

Please imagine me rubbing my hands together and grinning evilly, for that's a pretty accurate interpretation of my reaction here.

I promise, that I will love you as if it’s the only thing that I’ve ever done correctly.


A wishlist of sorrows. Grief, not guilt.


because tonight, this world is broken
and we’re the only thing
that’s going to keep it together.


I love you in a language that I don’t fully understand.


We do not all have access to the most helpful words


It’s okay to break. In every pile of rubble, there is something worth salvaging.


I hope my hands feel like all the places you’ve called home. Secretly, every hotel would much rather be a house.


The bruises fell off
eventually.


There’s so much decay in these bones.


I don’t want the house, I want its ruins,
cracked panes, grandfather clock, paper-like door.


I am heart and breath and skin and bleed.
Sometimes tornado, sometimes lullaby.


This is no metaphor. I know her.


Think about the thing (or person) that is most important to you. Now get through the day without it.


We are all fools whether we dance or not. We may as well dance.

Standard disclaimer: Feel free to combine as many of these as you want, and discard any that don't work for you. I hope at least one works for you.