My heart breaks , each time that out of anger or rage .
That someone speaks death into another person life here.
My heart really breaks, when it goes even a step further.
That out of rage that they want someone to get murdered.
It is wrong for anyone to want to paid anyone to get ******.
There are so many evil people that profess to know Christ.
Yet they would **** anyone that would get in the way of their thinking.
Christ not only calls us to love our neighbors but also our enemies.
In other words He calls us to love everyone that we shall meet here.

It hurt, it always hurt
But when it was with them,
It wasn’t so bad.
It wasn’t even bad, it was addictive.

In the world of unlikely friends
People like them
Were the equivalent of a shot of Jack
After a ****** up day or week.

Then he smashed that glass on my face
And forced himself on me.

He shoved his fingers in my ***
So hard I came.
Later that week he watched
Me get wet through my trousers,
In the mirror behind me.
All that from just a conversation.

And if it had been anyone else,
I would’ve kicked them out.
It was hardly a question of being unable to defend myself.

But in their hands
Pain and pleasure slept in the same bed.
In my bed, between my legs
And made out till dawn.

If it had been anyone else,
Heads would’ve rolled.
But he just gave me a painkiller
And rubbed benzodiazepine on my skin.

And somewhere between
Them pulling my hair
And threatening me
You know to make it feel more real

I fell in love...

two people,
so very broken
that they had to
borrow and share
each other's
pieces to
finally feel
whole