i know God must exist
because the way i fit on your chest
feels delightfully sacred
and you’re an atheist
but still listen to me testify
still feel the empty space
of your missing rib
still notice how i fit
like was designed from it
forever my hands holding yours
i imagine my God
smiling at me
through all of my life
all the strife
every time i cried
over someone who didn’t care
knowing that you’d be there
waiting for me at the end
i imagine him waiting
anticipating
our meet
the days you make me feel
like i don’t need to admit defeat
everything feels easier
when you’re with me
i am laying here, with you
surrendered completely to your touch
and though
my words are often overly honest
i can’t look you in the eyes
while i tell you
that you make me feel safe
because the joy that reflects back
into mine
is almost too much
nobody has ever looked at me
with so much joy
nobody has ever made me feel
like i’m more than a toy
nobody has ever held me
as softly
as tenderly
as gently
as sacredly
as you do
nobody has cradled me
or comforted me
the way you do
i think God created me
to be with you
crafted me
put a heart in me
never parted from me
to see me love you
might he shake his head fondly
when i make a mistake
knowing that you’ll help me
find the right way
and in your absence
my hands scream
for your palms
my eyes weep
for yours
and my heart cries
for the pulse
of your chest
i like me best
when i’m with you
23:28pm - 20/05/25.