Remember child, Your first love. HE is jealous. Hold tight to his love for it will endure all, it will quench your thirst. HE is perfect.
I can’t imagine a love so perfect. This love. This perfect love.
I walk the streets carrying with me this body. It’s heavy with sin. It’s heavy with sadness. It’s heavy with lust and anger and regret. I yell at you. I push you aside. I fight you.
Break me. Throw me to the ground so that I may see and remember what you have given, so that I may worship you. You, this perfect love. I wish to claw away at my flesh until all I see is you. I am heavy. I am heavy.
Love is in the distance, light radiating so bright I can hardly breath. A melodious voice asks: Are you done yet?