For better or worse, you are on my skin,
And if I never see your face again,
I will see it every time the sun rises,
And if you hate me for that,
I will love you for burning me.
After all, I do so hate the cold,
And it's a little too late for me to see the flames of hell,
But I imagine
God
Will still have me-
The god that lives in your skin and in your name and behind your eyes,
And before you condemn me for a liar, remember
That I hold no religion dearer than this:
That divinity is everyone I love,
And that god, as the most beautiful being in existence,
Is also the most
Devastating.
For better or worse,
My calling you sacred is not flattery.
It is the acknowledgement
That you are everything, and that everything is you,
And that I choose to worship that,
Even though I harbor no doubt that it will **** me.
That is what god does.
God creates, and god destroys.
And we love it.
And I love it.
And I
Love you.