I've stopped imagining you lying in bed with me. Because I know even in my dreams you'd stay close to the edge, Trying to get as far away from me as possible, And leave me feeling lonely, empty and Cold.
they make goodbyes sound easy when they're at your door late at night and they scream your name like a warning from the bottom of the staircase you leave them, until apologies make your tongue as raw as saw-dust those nameless boys the one's with smoky breath, they write your name to the skies constellate it to their forefingers and cross it over their forehead like a baptism those boys with hands that eat like worms at the dying heart of your feelings no, they don't love you only death can love you, nameless girl with the countless faces.
religion should be about hope not putting fear in other people's souls should be about about peace not about starting wars about forgiveness not about punishing innocent hearts
imagine all the people living life in peace
but how can one do this when bombs are thrown instead of love when moms cry and children die peace is impossible to be seen when music dies and we hear only desperate hearts praying begging wondering why.
we have different Gods and rules our prayers sound different our holy books are not the same and there are many sins in our souls but you're not God, nor am I and none of us should play the game of washing sins away with spilled blood and shed tears.