In it together..?

We were two broken bodies,

that were laid too close together.

So when our limbs started to mend

there was some confusion

as to where yours would begin

and mine would end.

And now your fist

is firmly in my chest,

and my chin

is melded with your neck.

So yes, our wounds are healed..

But we’re still a mess.

Though we keep painting this bright side..

Like yeah. It could be worse.

And it could be better.

But this way we’re in it together.




My heart is an explosive

not quite dormant in my chest.

There is no patience in his eyes

24/7 signs,

reading the same tired line

“Are you coming or going?”


He says he cant guarantee

this vacancy will hold.

And I dont think it should.