Clueless

2008

-Bed-

With your hand on top on my chest you start to fondle with my chain. I still can't believe you got that tattoo on your wrist. Two, blue little birds? I think your addicted. When I first met you, you already had three. Little flower on your left ankle and the two stars on both sides of your pelvis...which I find fucking irresistible.

You hold up my cross and ask "Are you Catholic?"

"Not really..." damn I should have thought that through before I answered. Your eyebrows lowered and I can see you weren't expecting that answer.

"What you mean not really? Why are you wearing it then?"

"It was a gift. I also like the shape of it...just have to take off the gymnast!"

"Thats not a gymnast, it's Jesus!...wait, you really don't believe in God?"

...oh if I could only be honest with you, I just don't have the energy. I should have just said yes and ended the conversation there. I've been with girls like you before...I can read you like a book. Oblivious to reality. This will lead into hours and hours of you trying to explain to me that there is God. Why do people always try and pull you into what they believe in. Everyone makes their religion sound so perfect. God will take you to heaven, Allah will give you seventy two virgins... Give me a fucking brake. No one knows what happens after we die. If believing in something works for you, doesn't mean it'll work the same for others. Chasing uncertainty is not for me.

"We were clueless...so we created God, to explain our own creation."