than whom, Satan except, none higher sat

(NOTE.  “My muse” is the person that reblogged the memes, muse)

Makes eye contact with (my muse)  then looks away sheepishly.  

Falls on face,  notices (my muse) witnessed it,  tries to play it off like it was done on purpose. 

Picks up (my muse) and spins them around until dizzy.   

Tries to catch (my muse)  but ends up losing balance and falls with them instead.  

Tries not to cry but as soon as they see (my muse) they burst into sobs.  

Runs at (my muse) at full speed to tackle them to the ground.   

Gives a lingering kiss to (my muse’s) lips.  

Tries to cook in the kitchen but everything bursts into flames, they are in a panic.  

Takes (my muse) by the hand and drags them off to do something fun.   

Gently taps finger against  (my muse’s) nose.  

Tucks lock of hair behind (my muse’s) ear.  

Glares intensely at (my muse)  not daring to look away

Hides behind something to jump out and SCARE (my muse)

Tucks (my muse) into bed after along day. 

Clings to (my muse)  in a possessive sort of way. 

Gets caught spying on (my muse)  then starts running away. 

Aggressively attacks (my muse) out of nowhere. 

Holds (my muse) close to comfort them  

Tries to hide the increasing blush on their face caused by (My muse)

Teases (your muse) but it ends up going too far.   

Throws (my muse) up into the air as if they are as light as a feather

Awkwardly asks (my muse)  out on a date

Corners (my muse) so that they cannot escape them. 

Gives (my muse) a piggy back which ends with them both falling over. 

Hugs (my muse) and refuses to let go. 

Brushes thumb along (my muse’s)  cheekbone.  

Presses forehead against (my muse’s) forehead. 

interlocks fingers with (my muse’s)

Acts like they aren’t jealous but are actually jealous that (my muse) was spending time with someone else.  

Jumps in the way of (my muse) and potential danger. 

Yells at (my muse) for doing something dangerous.  

Ruffles (my muse’s)  hair until it’s in complete disarray

Bridal carries (my muse) away for fun.  

Gawks at (my muse) for an uncomfortable amount of time.  

(My muse) is being harassed, your muse comes to the rescue.  

Sniffs (my muse) just because.  

Follows (my muse) around like a lost puppy. 

Tries to impress (my muse)  but fails miserably

Confesses romantic feelings to (my muse) in a very beautiful and thought out way.  

Drunkenly approaches (my muse) claiming they are married. 

Frantically runs away from my muse who is in hot pursuit of them.   

Trips and falls on top of (my muse)  instantly making things really awkward between them.  

Casually sits on (my muse) because they feel like it

Licks (my muse’s) cheek because they’re a weirdo 

Stutters while trying to give (my muse) a compliment because they look really cute

Places a ‘friendship’ bracelet around ‘my muse’s’ wrist, which is actually handcuffs.  

Accidentally drops a drink over (my muse’s) head.  

Slaps (my muse) in the face repeatedly because they deserve it.  

Talking down to the Prince of Hell is completely unacceptable and Beezlebub made that very clear centuries ago when Gabe tried to talk to them without bending and they yanked him down via his scarf, choking him in the process on purpose.

Adam starts asking the important questions. Beez’bub is not impressed. 

i’ve loved just about all the people i can.

the lies you’ve told everyone.

everything else, that seriousness, past, passed. almost forgotten.

some other word.

the wild feeling of first seeing.

you could find things beautiful on a radio.

my cold sin in the cities.

you look so sweet. like you’re real rested.

wish to be lovely, to be some other self.

i’ve been loved.

it is static. it is constant.

but how long till the login of our lives runs us down?

you miss everything.

one thinks of home, or the other ‘’homes‘’ we have had.

they live in light. the prodigal lives in darkness.

fire escapes of imagination. to fall off to death.

years later i place my fingers on their running skulls.

break out. kill it. rip the thing to shreds.

some separate suffering self.

and shadows twist my voice.

i feel sick and lost and have nothing to place my hands on.

go away and try to come back. try to return here.

their histories die in the world.

fell on my hands and knees and staggered, got up, tripped on garbage, got up, swinging my hands, head down and charged off in the darkness.

and their hearts are slow motion lives.

i am myself. insert the word disgust. 

you wouldn’t be able to see those birds at night.

today the leaves clatter and the sun weights my fingers.

Michael and Raphael: Forgive me father, for I have sinned.