I was a riot girl who fell for a peaceful boy.
I fought for the sake of fighting
In a crowd of small people
Wanting to overthrow a big man.
I had relationships,
With angry people, passionate about a cause
I cared nothing about.
I was a succubus for passion and purpose.
I saw the purpose in their eyes
And got high,
Wrapped and winded,
By their devotion.
In a packed crowd fighting the collection of ivory tusks,
I saw him
All starry eyed, and motionless,
With no signs or chants.
It was him who told me
My rebellion was against God
And not an earthy woe.
It was him who fell first,
For the way I liberated myself
Through sex and screams.
But it was me who refused love,
For the way it conquered and controlled,
The small and helpless.
My abstinence of love came from my hatred of God,
But, even through my denial
Our love for one another was intense and distressing.
There were riots within us, the kind that went on all night,
By dawn were were turbulent,
I had seen God in his eyes, and
Suddenly there was no love.