sinful memoirs

beliefs.

I firmly believe in religions.

And I believe that there is such thing as a sacrilege and holiness.

I believe that cleanliness is close to godliness.

And I believe that all things are produced and sourced by a divine being.

Because in your hands, I feel like a God.

Whether in embrace, upon beads of a divine rosary, petals of fluttery kisses or reverence given with unwillingness.

I feel like a divine being with the way you hold me, on a pedestal, on a podium, preach my words like Gospel until it works like your own language.

Spew me with words of the empty feeling of love, with the last whit of spark that escaped from your eyes. When I no longer felt like a God, it seemed like my holy altar is long gone and useless.

Until a new God has risen, and it's you.

I see shards of glass, tainted with crimsons, emeralds, cobalt blue, and by far the shining glory, cadmium, that suits your golden complexion of tan and luscious smoothness. Might I add the roundess of your eyes that shies away from the pain you have dealt, as a virgin, susceptible to all cruel things.

And I swear an oath from me and to you, that I'll stay spiritually inclined, religiously dictating prayers that I know you will adore. Prayers that I release but can't say in front of you, because no matter how hard I pray you can't seem to listen.

And I pray daily so for once you can listen.

But my, oh my, it seems that everyone is praying for you too.

And when my body dies and leaves my soul, meet me at the purgatory where I will be waiting for your guidance. Toy with my soul, make me wait forever, I don't mind. I will always come back to you.

Because Gods like you don't exist, you don't come in the realms of the mortals to sympathize them.