of sinners and lovers

god wept for you in the visions of a life unlived. karmic injustice, honey, there’s no heroes here, not anymore. good men die in the arms of the people who love them, familiarity in the end of days— can’t help wishing you’d let me hold you. staring at the sky and wondering how this can be wrong, how you can be wrong. 

damnation awaiting, baby, but what’s a heaven without you beside me in it? god doesn’t know shit about love, he can’t, cause if he did he’d see it pouring from me like a waterfall soaking you to the marrow of your bones. 

hold my hand under the table at the end of the world and pray by the sound of my name in your mouth and the feeling of our shoulders pressed together. 

depollute me to the cells, show god what he’s missing, cause god might cry for you but you are love itself and you are endless.