How sad it is to remember the sick feeling you got
When you felt their hand in places it shouldn't have gone
And you didn't have the heart to say no louder

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

You used to be beautiful to me.
You aren't anymore.
Perhaps it has nothing to do with you.
Maybe it's because I've turned my eyes to seek new kinds of beauty.

An entire galaxy swims inside of me,
threatening to release stars into my very throat
and up through my trembling lips.
Comets streak across the darkness of my mind,
in frenzied attempt to come into focus.
Gravity lets go of my feet altogether,
and your eyes, like planets, lock into orbit with mine.
A single touch sparks the spinning of our world.

Your hand, to gently life our mouths together.
Your lips like stardust upon my aching soul.
Slight pressure upon my left hip,
as you hold me in place
and lean desire into my bones.
Coming up for air,
fingers raise goosebumps along the nape of my neck
and your fingers tangle themselves into soft, golden hair.
This space is to big for closeness such as this.

So, along the corridor of your nebulous moon,
and sinking into sheets with you,
I give up resisting this ethereal pull.
As the night sky watches us, in envy of our love,
we create endless constellations
of eager, tender lust.

Let's paint the sky with carnal needs.
I need your world inside of me.

There's a point when the welfare of others begins to take its toll on you
When the wellbeing of someone is more important than yourself

You have to love yourself enough to stop
You have to love yourself enough to say no
You have to love yourself enough to realize
It was hurting you, and the whole time it wasn't okay
You have to love yourself enough to move on