My Girl/My God

My girl, I understand now

why I longed so much

for the love of a God

back in high school.

I was made to be on my knees

in worship

to someone divine.

My girl, It was Him back then,

my celestial sweetheart,

the love that had me on my knees,

the thing holding up my world.

It was Him all the way down.

But if that sweet little me

knelt before the empty altar

could see who I worship these days,

she just might melt

into the shape of you.

You see, I was made to worship.

My girl, I would have devoted my life

to the curve of your waist.

become a nun to your scent,

I would have lain there with you

until my skin had a thread count.

My girl, I would have loved you until

the worms ate your eyes,

I would have cursed the damn heavens

for another chance of living on a world

balanced on you.

My world rested on you.

All the way down.

My God, I know it's been a while

since we broke up,

and I hope I never speak to you again,

but between my prayers of

Don't leave me, don't leave me, don't leave me, don't leave me,

all I ask is the chance

to worship

Someone Divine.

For now, I will rest my world back on me.

And it's broken hearts all the way down.