They say God is dead. I say God is reborn every single night whenever you make me scream his name. You see, no religion is as good as ours. No prayer sounds as beautiful as your heavy breathing beside my ears, and holy water doesn't feel nearly as cleansing as your sweat on my body. No god has ever felt as worshipped as I have in the moments when you breathe me in like a man who has been living in the desert and hasn't ha...

It was all my fault, really. I did this to myself, I let people control me. I listened to the hungry barks of men and the curling breaths of the hounds around me and let the big bad wolf get to me. At least I learned my lesson, at least I know now that I'm actually worth something, and that I could have bloomed liked I was supposed to given more time, given better circumstances, given more love. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I...

you are not my gleaming sun you are not the soft, rhythmic beating of my heart you are not constant, sweet music to my ears, nor are you beauty and grace and personified you are not my winged golden seraph, you are not my endlessly starry night sky. you are not my blooming rose, nor are you the color in my life nor the passion of my soul you are here now, though. and you are warmth and adventure and a bitter, metallic, ad...