All the inconspicuous little things
that seemed so
unimportant about you
had the greatest impact on me, because I looked for all these details that had networked in my innermost being in all apparent ones.
Just addicted fingers
long for your name
on the keyboard.
You carve up everything,
worked on fate and divided me
as if I wasn't consecrated enough
for you,
But I spoke more than just holy word's and died while having unholy thoughts.
What I asked for was never too much, but simply not possible for you,
So the only thing that ever loved me was my own anger,
threw everything
and myself away,
still I couldn't have you.
No God we called from our depths saved us from what we were.
We were like a neutron fission,
something still explodes inside me when I think of you.
We were small things,
Only was I smaller to you.
