(only a little)

I miss you, only a little,

but it’s more than I’d like to.

I’ve never met a rose without thorns

and I’ve never met a real god,

either.

You didn’t earn your sainthood,

you were born with it

and if you don’t come home

you’ll lose it amidst the stars.

Nebulous trash can

of hopes and dreams.

She only kisses you to pass the time

and deep down

you know it.

(Satan is the only god who answers my calls)