letters after dark | poetry book 3

you equal god in the sense that i worship you

and she held onto him like a saviour from heaven; nothing left to keep, nothing to lose now. she kissed him and smiled every time, lips so soft and eyes so sad. she kissed him like a devoted woman who kisses the feet of the statue of the god she worships. and she too, worshipped him, loved him more than her own self. she cradled the idea of just living an infinite number of lives, and choosing him every single time.