Wanting

My God, but you've got
a wicked way of wanting
every blessed thing
that can never be yours...

So sly, so self-repressed,
you never really live
in this torrid, messy world
yet judge us just the same.

And my Lord, do you ever have
this smug smile I despise.
You mold it out of plastic but
your kiss tastes of rotting sugar.

Baby, all the things you do
to make your dead heart feel
won't make the universe spin
your twisted little way.

You want to play at God
and command the undying love
of every single person
who will never be yours...

You caress us with your claws
carving out our rebellion.
We are disfigured statues
created to make you beautiful.

You can drown us in streambeds,
but water deviates, it floods,
mixes to make mud, our blood
dirties your willing hands.

~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~

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