There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened.
starredsoul
And what did you expect me to say after?
That I was happy?
That love quivers in the knees?
That in the end, splitting myself open felt like a blessing?
Couldn’t you see that our lilac wrists were wilting?
That our bones were jutting from our skin like swords?
Our bodies did not fit right,
and they knew it;
they fought to tell the tale,
to clue us in,
to scrape us up against each other.And maybe none of that matters.
And maybe the truth is
I would slice myself open for you,
halve myself like the sweetest fruit.
Pit myself pure, pit myself pretty.And maybe the truth is
my love is a stone too big for my body.
