you can spring up any feeling in me you want to, yet I will stand-fast to my belief that I am and will always be right. you may try to defeat me w/ your qualms and daily debates of what is and what was, but I am and will always be immovable. you're slick with it though, that sly smile has no end-point, and I fall for it every, single time. it is in your mind that I rest my thoughts of redemption and ask for forgiveness for a past you know nothing of. it is in your heart that I offer a portion of me and leave my lust there for a chance to blend with its very beating. you have questioned my feelings for you on more than one occasion and I have praised your name even in your absence.
yet, you're still jealous. there is nothing I can do to prove my point and my hands have grown weary from fighting you. so, in the midst of quarrels and side-shows at our dinner table, I have removed my voice from your ears, sealed it in an envelope, and bagged it up for safe-keeping. it is no longer yours to worship. you try my patience with your crisp words and fuck me weekly with under-handedness and I arise more powerful than God's great wrath. you are my muse, so terribly haunting, yet so amazingly fragile. I live for your faults, they keep me alive.