dear god,

why couldn’t you have made me a flower so i could be beautiful and the same as everyone else?

lord could you coat me in resin so i’ll never have another bad hair day?

because his love to others is an overflowing fountain, generous and free.

but i have to barter for a laugh, a smile, like it’s limited two per customer.

just one more hit god please one more hit.

my heart is the elephant standing in the room,

remembering what you’ve forgotten

*who

and i shout i love you into a hollow cave,

and of course the cave echoes it back,

it has to.

but the cave will never call to you first.

and im just tired of hearing my own voice.

my heart is pouring with love but it’s all going down the drain

have you ever seen that video of the raccoon and the cotton candy?

yeah

i’ve used up all of my lottery numbers

on a contest i think was rigged from the beginning.

but i don’t need money, all i want is

change.

who would say prayers to a god they don’t believe in anymore?

this craving is violently romantic and pathetically intense.

lord, is it my burden to love more than i have ever been loved?

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