For all I know you do not exist. For all you know I do not exist. For all they know we sinned for letting each other in.
My lips are aching of realizing how lonely they have become, my arms are numb, what else would they extend for, around, on and in.
You taught me once to trust you.
I taught you once the worst of me.
For all you knew I was a farfetched goal, a challenge, a mission. For all I knew I was a forged ghostly flesh craving for recreation. For all they knew we sinned for letting each other out.
I let you compose me.
I thrust for you kissing me.
For all you knew I am coldhearted, cold skinned, a prude. For all I knew I am a dry seedless parody. For all they knew we sinned for letting each other up.
You made me fill you.
I shivered upon eating you.
For all you knew I am needy, clingy and pathetic. For all I knew I am a shield-less naked lover. For all they knew we sinned for letting each other down.
I let you come to me
You strained me to let go of you
For all that I know, I sinned for smiling at you first.
One thought on “Sinned”
If God knew that we would sin, why did he create the world?Our tendency in answering this question is to look at it from a man-centred perspective: what’s in it for us? Wouldn’t it have been better for us never to have sinned?