S Y M B ♢ L

“i wish i could fuck without feelings and shatter glass ceilings but you’ll just find me drinking poison in the name of healing. i can picture a future with anyone who puts their hands in my hair because nowhere is just somewhere not fair cloaked in fake prayer. i don’t care if they don’t want me and i don’t see warning signs - i have no boundaries and i don’t believe in crossing lines because there are no guidelines in the confines of the sometimes that you see all the time. their magnetic field is the only reason that i have a moral compass and i don’t care if there are three of us in this bed because i will convince myself when my eyes are closed that numbness is the same as oneness and your sick obsession with abundance isn’t loveless.”