They tell me what to think about

But I'm like, whatever

Because there are only two things

I think about

God and you

And I fear Him

And I fear you

Because

His love never ends

You can hurt me

But it's too late now

Because I fell hard

And I figure God must exist

Otherwise

I could've never walked out so bruised

Could've never seen you smile

And be lit with a passion so different

From desire

I could've never felt that emotional

Could overwhelm physical

Everyone tells me what to think

And I wonder

What they fear

If they've ever felt fire

And been disgusted by desire

If they've felt love

And wanted for

Just

One

Moment

To say

Whatever