jade

﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉୨♡୧﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉ ୨୧ ꒰ jade ; 22 ꒱ ୨୧ ♱ ig spotify ♱ no tws ! ♡ˊˎ-

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There's a cross above your doorway

bearing witness to everything I am

I keep my hands folded, soft and perfect

The way daddy always taught me 

They say god loves a quiet girl

Small enough to fade away

So I count my ribs like rosary beads every night 

Sunday mornings taste like dust and devotion 

yesterday’s black coffee, cold and untouched 

Pressing dresses against my stomach

Starving myself clean though my sins never wash out

Something holy nests in the hollows of my bones

The mirror hums a warning 

So I cover it with lace

If I empty out completely maybe God will let me go

I tried so hard to be smaller 

To be holy, to be clean

To humble my soul, I offer my body up

So I kneel in your room

Porcelain knees pressed in

Your hands around my neck

I bruise under your strong grasp, purple and blue flowers bloom beneath my skin

Your finger prints linger like ink dark petals beneath my sunday dress

When i press on the thorns I smile because the pain reminds me of your love

Prune away my wild stems and shape me the way god shaped Eve

Anything you might do to me is better than something i might do to myself

Laying upon your alter you call it devotion