i am so fucking lost.

milkpurl:

i just wanted to live inside your ribcage.

(Source: wolfmilks)

i thought i understood it
that i could grasp it
but i didn’t, not really

only the smudgeness of it.

the pink slippered all-containered
semi-precious eagerness of it.

i didn’t realise it would sometimes be more than whole
that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea
because it’s the halves that halve you in half.

didn’t know
don’t know
about the in between bits.

the gory bits of you,
and gory bits of me.