god

i'm tired of crying over false gods. and infinite pretext. of satiated thoughts and love that comes in waves only to crash into me and push me back. falling into myself. where no one can see. where only one witness can collapse. and his door has closed. and i come running. feet first. laughing. disturbing the peace. waiting for no thing and asking for grievances to repent again and again and again. because i can see. because the wolves have come. because he sits silent and asks for forgiveness that only i can give. and so i take from myself. and i pass it along. and i wait. and i wait. and i wait. and i love. and it might not ever come. but i love. and i love. and i love.