The Priest


​I belong to him;

like I’m a part of him. 

It’s a waste of time

even talking to other men. 

I could look for him

forever in someone else knowing 

I’m never gonna find him. 

Nobody fits me like him,

nobody gets me like him.


Our eyes haven’t met

in four years time 

and if I close my eyes 

and breathe in;

I could smell him 

like he’s standing right behind me. 

If I lean to the left of the right,

I could feel him right beside me. 

If I squeezed my legs together 

I could feel him deep inside me.

If I pressed my lips together,

I could feel his kiss.

If I focused on my skin,

I can feel his grip.

If I close my eyes 

and looked into the darkness, 

I could see his face and form.



It is pointless for a man to love me, 

cause I belong to him like a possession

and it ain’t by choice.

I didn’t not speak this

into existence with my voice.

I did not call him from the aethers. 

I have begged the universe

to purge him from my heart and mind.


I’ve tried to let myself love other men.

I still belong to him like 

I was formed from his fucking rib.

Either I won’t let me,

they won’t let me,

I won’t let them,

Or they won’t let me

just love them.

Like they know they ain't him.

He has told me 

time and time and again.

He has showed me; 

I really do belong to him.

I’d rather be alone,

than to give him a piece of me.

Every time he tries

I give him the least of me

or the beast in me.

How dare you love me

from captivity.

Chains on your neck 

your wrist and your feet.

Stop telling me you love; 

just release me.


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