I'm not one to be a believer, to trust a God out there exists and follow its imperfect humans spread his word like it's law. I've never been helpless enough to trust a higher being that will give me salvation, that will fix my mistakes and grant me my wishes if I am a good enough girl to deserve it. Faith is a twisted, holy kink. And worship is such a lovely word, isn't it? To bow down on your knees, to be so naive you let go of rationality and believe, believe and love so deeply that you're blind to reality. I don't worship but I've always wanted to be worshiped. Until I met you. You were like a flicker of light that moves too fast, disappears too quickly, so out of reach that my ego couldn't handle it. You're there and yet you're not. So oblivious. So good looking. A piece of the paradise they all preach about. Admired by everyone and yet you want no one. If you told me what hurt you, maybe I could change, become your crutch, or the balm that heals your wounds. Maybe if you stopped for a moment, I could change, I could try and be the land they call home, the place you settle down to, hoping nowhere else is more beautiful than here. And you're so close, so close to being a God on earth. But I've never been religious. And to me Gods only bring pain. No one with power is that merciful.
So tell me, my love? Will you worship me instead?
