Post: before I go out

Pure thing, people are mistaken, they ask, “How can a pure heart be freely given?”

The label slut, I’d call a free woman. Suckle sweeter, cling to bad girl mummy

Hippocratic oath, caring heart, seasonal Demeter, a cycle of love for me

How is love defined? In all your contradictions, in all your changes

Caring and bad, harmonised in one beautiful person. When I see your heart

In your eyes, my true love looking back, why try to give a reason?