I always hear people say, “I’d swim the ocean for you.” The thought of love makes us desperate, vulnerable, jealous, and disgusting. Oh, I’d never swim the ocean for you. I’d never swim the ocean for you because you’d love nothing more than to force me under. This isn’t love. I’m no foolish, needy girl. Fuck you and your ability to seem desirable. Sure, I desire you. I desire your hands traveling over my body and your lips fighting to keep up. That is the only beautiful thing about you- how you can make me feel. Emotionally, you can fuck off. I don’t need you anymore than I need a whore on the street. I’m sure you’ll have no problem finding another woman to try to swim the ocean for you, while you watch her sink to the deepest blues.