a preacher's ill daughter

I bathe myself

with the fire

that burns through a shelf

you use to hide

the liquor and

art of sinning –

you thought it

was cute to lie

and that I was

nothing but

weak, pink

I love you more when I step and fall,

I swear it feels a long

very rough time

to wait for You,

to force me to שׁוּב You

But I’m running

out of time,

dime and lime

O God, there’s been

many strange intruders in

my silver temple –

I’m ruined and

wrong for You –

cannot drink

without a pouch,

I don't want to fall again for you

You did me dirty and so blue

And it hurts bad because I knew

we'd never be a thing, still I let

you see into me,

I saw him in his sky-colored shirt –

our eyes met for sure

and he looked too pretty

I could’ve chewed him up right away,

kiss me under

a radiating light

under some green pool –

I want you to

You have that taste for beer,

after a bar night I'll end up sheer

This isn't a life I planned all and all,

you only made me puke and crawl

Why are you a narcissist with long hair?

Sam, your hand is cold,

mine burns like fire -

how blind are you?

I am not yours to play,

I do know he's lost

in hate and rerget but it

feels like a little piece

of heaven when he

He burned all our sins

into ashes in the fireplace

And then we said out loud we'd