I still walk with my religion
As I walk away from you
I still walk away with my religion
despite you
despite the waves of your oceanic body splashing on my world
despite that twitch you get, wired on anger and ready to blow
despite the same bolt that travels my spine at the thought of you in pain
despite the bittersweet way your voice sings as you yell blasphemies
despite the phantom burn i get after our lips part
despite the feeling of my hands climbing up your legs, straight and high
despite the confused grip of your body on mine with aggressive nails
despite the way my mind seeks out air away from yours
despite the smeared plastic of your cup hurled with lust and fear
despite my minds eye finding every possible lucy in my sky with diamonds
despite the fire searing in my blood as he finds you from afar
despite the way you sometimes refuse to turn me on and I instead just turn
despite the way you think your bigger than Jesus, bigger than cigarettes
despite the way I can never shake my feelings of aloneness
despite my churning gut when your promises always fall through like a polar bear on ice
despite all the visions I have of our wrinkled hands interlocked
despite the rose colored glasses your presence always generates
despite the suicidal eyes as I bluff, turning the ****
because you always question the one true most basic feeling I have all confidence in
all I can say,
“I love you.
Don’t ever ******* question that.”
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 3:07 PM UTC
I still walk with my religion
As I walk away from you
I still walk away with my religion
despite you
despite the waves of your oceanic body splashing on my world
despite that twitch you get, wired on anger and ready to blow
despite the same bolt that travels my spine at the thought of you in pain
despite the bittersweet way your voice sings as you yell blasphemies
despite the phantom burn i get after our lips part
despite the feeling of my hands climbing up your legs, straight and high
despite the confused grip of your body on mine with aggressive nails
despite the way my mind seeks out air away from yours
despite the smeared plastic of your cup hurled with lust and fear
despite my minds eye finding every possible lucy in my sky with diamonds
despite the fire searing in my blood as he finds you from afar
despite the way you sometimes refuse to turn me on and I instead just turn
despite the way you think your bigger than Jesus, bigger than cigarettes
despite the way I can never shake my feelings of aloneness
despite my churning gut when your promises always fall through like a polar bear on ice
despite all the visions I have of our wrinkled hands interlocked
despite the rose colored glasses your presence always generates
despite the suicidal eyes as I bluff, turning the ****
because you always question the one true most basic feeling I have all confidence in
all I can say,
“I love you.
Don’t ever ******* question that.”