pure-lust

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.