“I sometimes kiss the scar on your lower belly early in the morning when you’re still asleep; it’s a secret your body and I share. I swore I’d never tell. My love for you is thick and warm, I feel it in my fingertips and it rings in my ears. We are connected at our hipbones, fused at our elbows. I miss your skinny legs, and the shape they’d make as they are sprawled across your bed. You are beautiful, you don’t need me.”

this is just an excerpt from a larger piece I’m currently working on. it feels good to be writing more often again, it’s the one thing that’s consistently therapeutic :)