and here
i offer you
my sacrament

and here
i offer you
my soul
in raw
and pure
and unadulterated
form

and here
in this
shithole
of a confessional
i offer you
my very
being

i offered you
these things
and you
denied them
without thinking

you said
you had
no way to give
the things
that i
would need
i didn’t
ask
too much
of you
besides
your entire
existence

it seems like
a fair trade
your soul
for mine
(though
i presume
mine may not
be as pure
as yours)

i mean
that’s the
only
rational explanation
that i can think of
anyway

it just isn’t
the right
sort of
deal
that you’re looking for
and i get that
i appreciate that
but for my own sake
fuck you

but when i think about it
your mind is stained
with impurities
as much as mine
though perhaps not physically
your mental state is the same
you dream
of the same
terrible
hushed
dreams
as i do
and think
of the same
demeaning acts
as well

but perhaps
the best way
to act on them
would be
together

not to be
strange
at all
but i
just want
to save you
from the rest