Miss Socialite , queen of the night, a beautiful sight

perfect aesthetic, never pathetic, always poetic

smiles through the pain, never lets it rain, a small poke of the vein

sweet princess of punk, magic or junk, always gives her *****

Dressed in all red, found in a bed, so tragically dead

You are my cropped leggings
You are my movie theater M&M's
You are my ridged fingernails
You are my slouchy green shirt
You are my knit blanket
You are my heavy backpack
You are my coconut oil popcorn
You are my frizzy hair
You are my softly scarred arms
You are eVerYthiNg
and I hate it

I wonder how many have run from God because they were offended by the godlessness of a man or church claiming to represent Him?