purposeofbp

[purposeofbp]

“don’t blur those lines”

i thought she was a

truth seeker

turns out she was just an

undercover clout chaser

exactly why i keep my distance

in female friendships

well

not all

but especially the ones that

blur the lines

DON’T BLUR THOSE LINES

she wants

fame and fortune

i’m tryna

turn pain to purpose

misaligned for a season

this ain’t no

13 reasons

i can’t help the depth

i’ve been here

too many times

but i think i’ll

save that last bottle of wine

for my divine

i’ll pour into

my twin

that

i’m within

���cause with her

i’m guaranteed to win

lol the jealousy is average

projections took over

i’ll turn any bitch down

even when i’m not sober

they don’t make ’em like me

anymore

DON’T BLUR THOSE LINES

[purposeofbp]

“i got tired of holding the mirror.”

i think my biggest pet peeve is dealing with people who can’t stand for truth.

especially when it’s people you love

and you’re forced to create boundaries just to stay sane.

loving a soul that’s drugged themselves with illusions

is like gaslighting yourself out of oneness with the Most High.

truth creates balance.

we all crave balance.

but the tropes of this matrix breed propagators of bullsh*t,

masked in ego, numbed in comfort,

spitting distorted versions of reality to avoid healing.

and at some point,

i got tired of holding the mirror.

so i laid it down

and went to bed.

[purposeofbp]

“What I Gain + Lose”

(a living reflection on love, discipline, and divine design)

What do I gain and lose from this dynamic?

Gain:

• A more mature understanding of myself.

• A reverence for the complexity of intimate relationships.

• The kind of solidarity where lessons are learned without losing each other entirely.

Lose:

• Consistent physical intimacy.

• Emotional validation.

• Soul-resonant conversations that remind me I’m not alone.

But some things remain true:

I don’t feel called to be intimate with anyone else.

When I do, it’s not desire — it’s disconnection. A symptom of being ungrounded.

And while pornography offers momentary relief, its residue dulls the sacredness of the bond.

Total celibacy is hard —

But if I’m living from the end,

then my sexual energy is for creation or for her. Nothing else.

As the masculine, I am the container. She is the water.

And while I have my own source — my own cup —

it only dries when I start coping instead of choosing.

So this cord cutting isn’t an ending.

It’s a release of the shape this bond once held.

I’m letting go of:

• Nervous system dysregulation.

• The ache of unmet intimacy.

• Ego loops that replay old scripts like they’re still true.

Because here’s what I do know:

On a soul level, she is undeniably the one I would build with.

Even if she’s not showing up as that version yet.

Even if I can’t reach her in this moment.

Her feminine energy is abundant, but still suppressed.

And I’m realizing — so is mine.

I’ve been leaking my feminine because my inner masculine has been inconsistent.

Discipline is devotion.

Consistency is courtship.

Structure is safety.

These are the things my inner feminine (and hers) have been waiting for.

So I’m anchoring that now —

Not for control.

Not for performance.

But because I finally understand what it means to hold.

My next move?

• Ground my self-concept.

• Maximize the masculine container in all aspects of life.

• Let my feminine express herself creatively, joyfully, wildly.

And when she feels the shift — when she’s ready —

I’ll be holding space, not holding back.