We Deserve Love

Infinite hypothetical realities
We are not bonded in all of these
Yet I am still one of its casualties
Sprouting, then cut off at the knees

Always crawling, my eternal self sprawling
I beg for your hands to pull me to stand
I am your dead weight, yeah a good enough mate to impregnate
A temple you play in but don't pray in,
to a goddess you just don't believe in

My house of worship has been vandalized, scandalized, stripped of its jewels
You followed the rules
but used the wrong tools
You left it in ruins

So I retreated deep underground
in the dark unfound, housebound
but now with two new sparkling jewels
only my babies can drive away the ghouls
they resurrected the temple something new
this was done without you

Now made of the hardest stone
It stands alone
Glittering, these worshippers flock
but end up in shock when they find the temple bare, barely there but drafty, cold, old, infested with mold.

A mile below, I am a wretched mass aglow, watching them come and go.
They all show, grow, flow, but then sadly plateau.

Despite all doubt, one day I will sprout
with new legs, in a rampage
bursting through all realities, cosmic seas, choosing differently.

But maybe choosing the same.