W4TS

It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.

: how to love your depressed lover

Last night I thought I kissed
the loneliness from out your belly button.
I thought I did, but later you sat up,
all bones and restless hands, and told me
there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo.

I never know what to say to these things.
“It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.”

(Source: five--a--day)