you look at me like I am a goddess.
your eyes are filled with awe, you look away when I meet your eyes and there is bitterness in you, but a yearning to reach the gates of heaven and your breath is incense and your arms are my temple your hands are offerings instead of hands and you're telling me you love me but all I see on your lips is worship worship I worship you.
you don't know me.
your empty words your empty sacrifices I AM THE MORNING STAR AND THE THUNDERING HEAVENS! but please, won't you treat me like I belong on the earth?
you don't talk to me anymore. worship is on sundays, you say.
you are bitter that I am a goddess and you are in love with me. my temple is your hell.
well, shit. because I look at you in the same way.
a/n: idk what this is, it's kind of a mess and has no format and makes no sense, but I wrote it in the middle of the night and I was angry as hell. so I guess I'll post it now???
