A/N: I would tell you who this is for, but it's really none of your business. Just let me know whether or not you like it, and that will be enough for me.

I feel like I should pray to you,

Like you’re the one I should be praying to.

I really don’t care if it’s blasphemy.

I feel like I know you better than I know God,

and I like you more, too.

Without you here to correct me,

I feel like maybe my mind gets carried away,

like maybe I idealize you,

but I’m not too concerned with it.

I think you could appreciate my perversion,

I think you could relate to me.

There are so many things I wish I had whispered in your ear,

to see the blend of shock and understanding on your face,

that brief flash of longing I can empathize with

because that same sick, unnatural fire burns within me, too;

and maybe you aren’t with me because we would explode,

because you would be the fuel on my fire that would cause me to burn for sin,

in more ways than one,

but not evil sin –

Beautiful Sin,

and yes, I’m sure there is such a thing,

even if it is only an unspoken secret between us,

one we never knew the other understood until it was too late –

and now you’ve taken a part of me with you to the grave.