“He kissed my lips & said I was sweet,
so sweet, that an atheist would beg God for just one more taste of me,
& that shook his pure soul.
Because he knew that loving me wasn’t safe.
It wasn’t holy.
Not after all those nights we spent in hell, not after all that fire I kissed into him.
He never said it but he left like loving me was a sin.
I remember one night I was high & I followed tail lights until I ran out of gas & he still came & rescued me off the side of the road…
That’s when I knew I loved him.”
That’s when I knew I didn’t deserve him.