i could worship anything. everything is holy. i could repent at your hips or confess in your lips. it would be so easy to be completely devoted to you. you're closer to divinity than humanity in my eyes and love isn't enough anymore. why love when i can praise, plead and weep at your feet. live for you, find you when you're not around, follow every word you say to my own destruction.

when did this stop being love? when exactly did i make you a god? and why did i burn down the forest i called sacred?