I found a home in your hands
and took refuge in your words
A knight in shining armor, it seemed almost too good to be true.
I observed as your charming indie boy facade faded fast and you shed your sheep clothing.
Ill tempered with glazed over eyes
Your hand would tighten around my throat
We both talked of death
sleeping
*******
smoking
You promised me the world
But did not hesitate when you pulled the rug from out underneath me.
"How can you put your faith into what the stars say?"
And I simply replied
"Because they were there every night for me when God wasn’t."
The nights when I would pray to just be taken away from it all, to make the incessant arguing stop.
Asking questions as to:
Why I had to walk in on my mother with a man who wasn’t my father?
Why I had to pull the barrel out of my father’s mouth and watch him weep?
Or why my cat, who seemed to be my only friend in the world had been ran over that summer?
A sudden realization that I’d rather put my faith into a zodiac calendar instead of sitting in a church pew.
How did I get here?
I blinked once and I was forced to grow up, the world had grown become cruel and cold, and in times like these a void expanded in my chest so heavily that I questioned where my real faith needed to be.
Your attempt to dictate my spirit only made me rebel more.
You would preach how women should act a certain way
That maybe I should wear less makeup
And wear longer skirts to protect not only my but "our virtue"
You said homosexuality was a sin
Claiming a couple of the same *** could never truly lie down at night and love each other.
"Let Christ into your life and you'll be forgiven" you'd say
"Like when you told me about that girl you kissed on the lips last summer." As we sat in pulse stopping silence for the rest of my family dinner.
So what you are really implying here, is if you're save by grace it's okay to be an *******?
If you always hurting the one's you love
You might as well become a self proclaimed narcissist instead of a self righteous ******* son of your God.