Format by destabilise.
How many times have you
worshiped
my hips without them swaying?
How many times have I f.ucked
up
with you following me still?
I am a fool for he who sees the goddess in me.
So there you are. The man who will die for my sins
before I have even committed them.
And here, here, beneath your ribs
is where I have finally learned
to believe.