I used to worship her
But now we’re just dating
Falling is exciting and dangerous
Walking next to someone is mundane and healthy
No one is supposed to be a religion
The worshipper never wanted to be on their knees
And the worshipped never asked to be exalted
Being a human of intensity
It is in me to over-display my affection
To paint murals, plan trips, consider my future vows
But she never said my small acts of kindness were not enough
Funny how I often decide in my head what others must want
Instead of asking and finding out that I was already deserving
That I was more than enough












