Safety isn't always safe. You can find one on every gun.
I suffer from unrequited self love. I love myself, but I don’t Love myself back.
If love did not exist I would be so goddamn sane my poems would be billboards. Suburbia would be enough. I would not have to gut myself to find my spine crushed into powder and brushed on her cheekbones. My hair would not be a hummingbird’s nest. My mind would not have to move so fast to rest.
