Scraps .

istillhavethebruises:

I want to crawl inside you

while you are holding me.

I want to clamber into your chest

and sit there

warm within your ribcage,

interloping as another

vital organ

for your bones to protect,

to see if I can see

how your body feels about me.

I want to see if I can recognize

the…

unbearablysharp:

We were lying on our sides, facing each other. He had his fingers in my hair. I was tracing the tattoos on his chest.

I said, “You drink too much.”

He said, “You think too much.”

We both smiled.

Last night he’d left the venue with a box of beer in one hand and a bottle of Jameson under…