On my knees,

In front of a guy

The unholiest thing I have done

Is begging him for the bare minimum,

Like maybe as long as he’s near me,

I won’t keep breaking down.

On my knees,

Before a man

The saddest thing I have done

Is hoping his mere presence will be enough

To soothe my anxieties,

Ever since the lavender stopped working

I have had to turn to other methods,

Methods like false gods and false loves,

To numb the pain of my existence.