You speak of God and then you do cocaine
It sends an emphatic shockwave through your brain
And I wonder if you see Him as your tainted blood runs through those veins
They connect to your heart, and I wonder how I can get that way
Close enough to get into your system
Close enough to make you see outer space.
I wonder what it is like to feel nothing yet everything, in that mind-numbing way
But I'd rather stay ignorant, I wish you'd do the same
I don't want to live that way, stop making it seem okay
I love you so I will keep writing until my words can coax away the pain
I will try to understand how you do what you do, and then how you go ahead and pray.
Don't you know that I only write about you?
That I worship you like those that you read about in your textbooks.
Don't you know that you speak of religion in a way that my mother does not?
That I adore you for it?
I've come to learn that you've only prayed once
And that the result was not to your benefit
Your father is okay now but that's another thing you cannot forget.
I have long given up on a divine being,
For all the things He's done to me,
For years He's been in debt.
I am not resentful for all the things I had prayed for
And the things I didn't get.
My thinking has shifted
Perhaps I have grown, perhaps it is for a reason
But then you come into the room smoking, we're not disagreeing
Then your love brings me to my knees like religion
And I have something to believe in.
YOU ARE READING
Sunset Over Pointe Inn
PoesieLove once stopped me from writing this book, and I hope that whoever is reading this someday finds the kind of love that inspired me to finish it.
