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“Cab Rides & the Morning After” by Alysia Harris

I just watched this for the first time, & she has done it again. I’m in tears. I swear she writes about me. 

“Tú creas en Dios pero tu haces malas cosas” 
You believe in God, but you do bad things 
Suddenly I realized I was in a place where all they play is house music
But can’t say I really felt at home
in a barely audible, barely recognizable zone
Between having a good time and simply wasting it
I was a glutton with a grin, drinking warm gin, knowing no one’s name
but somehow I was everyone’s friend 
I was standing in stilettos that made me six feet tall
but still felt small
I was messing up the shoes I paid too much for and still hurt to walk in
Talk about conviction
Truth is, nobody believes me when I say I’m a virgin
Truth is, the bible didn’t see the inside of my face for a week while I was on vacation
Truth is, I’m not innocent
I’m just an abstinent fireplace that doesn’t wanna feel the fire kindle between her legs anymore
So don’t mind the ashes, they’re just evidence of how brightly I can glow
And I wanna glow hard, like one dim star
on an otherwise starless night 
that shines just to prove its fidelity 
I know what you must think of me, 
“What hypocrisy!”
But I don’t wanna enter prayer reeking of my addiction, stinking of cologne 
I don’t want God to smell another man on me
Mistaking ménage à trois for the Trinity 
So thank God the stars don’t judge us for what we do beneath them…
 

(via alysiasache)