the first time i gave myself to you
there was this pain in my heart
and after you climbed off of me
i clasped my hands around my cross
and i spoke to my god
i told him i was not sorry for it
but that i was happy with youand that i was safe and god should not
worry about me
i told him that i was on my own for nowbut that i would be back for guidance eventually
and now, here i am
with a prayer crossing my lips nearlyevery night.
YOU ARE READING
A Whole Melancholy of Lovers
Poetrya book of poetry written for the boy i love the most, and maybe a few others