my heart

(old poem)

i took off my necklace before i drove to your house to fuck you. the purple crystal cross on the silver chain would have hit you in the forehead as i straddled and rode you. you needed to find God but probably not by a mark on your forehead. i needed to find Him again too. more than ever. wearing a necklace wasn’t enough. He didn’t have my heart anymore. but neither did you.