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,
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)