ㅤㅤㅤ ˖ ࣪ ♡︎ ׄ ׅ ·There's something almost dangerous about the way 𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂. Something that doesn't fit into the simple gesture of touching your warm skin after a show, nor into the nights when my body, exhausted from the music and the 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖔𝖘, only find rest when you pull me close to your chest. 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 you is the only thing that makes sense amidst everything, amidst the 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 that covers my body, amidst the desire to 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳 you completely. My sanity and my lack thereof belong to you; 𝗜 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂, devotedly.

ㅤㅤㅤ The sweetness in my 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵 after the bitterness. The calm that only exists because the storm came before. I look at 𝘺𝘰𝘶 and understand what it means to have a 𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙴, a soul, a destiny where I 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 myself and 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 myself, time after time. And yet, it's 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 enough. It 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 will be. My love is the 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 incarnate, making me 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌 an insatiable hunger, a 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 that burns on the fringes of what is acceptable, as something bordering on the 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗯𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻 and for that very reason, 𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦.