god is real when i am laying next to you
god is real when our breaths are synchronized
god is real when you're what i live for
god is real when you call me beautiful

my bible
would be made up of your breaths,
your long eyelashes,
your comforting words,
your demanding hands,
your teeth biting my lip,

god is real when its dark and you're what i see
god is real when my demons come and
i turn to you
god is real when you run your hands
through my hair
god is real when you kiss me
god is real when i wake up next to you

its made up of your voice,
your collarbones,
you running through my bones,
your soul,
your smile
that would be
my bible

i have taken so many showers
trying to wash you away

the feeling of your hands
on my hips
haunts me

i scrub my hands
i can still feel your hair
in-between my fingers

i did some things
i can't speak of
i can't wash you away

please leave
my heart is breaking

come for me

i learned from my dad
that promises aren't kept
being unfaithful is normal
i hate you
you want her
you need her
i know i ****** up
i learned from my dad
that i don't care
i never will
he doesn't give a **** about me
i hate you
i learned from my dad
to not expect anything
i can't put anyone else above
me
i hate you
you want her
you need her
i need you
i want you