Fall in love, fallen love, is there any middle ground? Does it always have to be this way? I thought you were different.

You said kiss me. Kiss me because I’m home alone and there is room in my bed. Kiss me because you’re the only one left. Kiss me because you have to. Kiss me because I couldn’t get her to do it, and God you look nice tonight.

I kept turning my face away and it wasn’t good enough. I kept blowing a whistle and waiting for someone to dive into the water, but nobody could swim, nobody knew how. I want penance. You want baptism. We all just want to be saved.

Look at me. Have you ever seen me, open and bruised? I am full of open wounds. All I wanted was a little affection. I just wanted you to hold me. That’s it. I didn’t want to be your goddess, I didn’t want to be part of your religion. I wanted to be part of my own.

I wanted penance but you spit into my cupped hands. You wanted baptism and so you are wringing the holy water out of me, squeezing and pulling. We all just want to be saved.