I think she thinks that she's Jesus,
She thinks that her scars form a crown of thorns about her brow,
Thinks that she carries the weight of all our sins on her shoulders,
I imagine that in her sleep she is standing tall above us,
She pulls us out of the pit we dug for ourselves,
She talks as if she has seen all the pain in the world,
Like we are pseudo fleetings of teen heart ache,
And part of me just wants to tell at her,
" You didn't save me! I did!"
But she seems too holy to criticize,
So I'll just worship her in silence.
~😘😊🌸🍃💮👋👽
