Next Sunday,
whisper my name in your prayers,
I’ve started catching feelings,
before it’s too late for deliverance.
but don’t pray too hard.
How did we even get here,
this wild, reckless crush?
Your vibe,
pulled me in like gravity.
Isn’t it obvious?
How I hold my breath
when your eyes meet mine,
or when our hands brush
and I pretend not to feel it?
I’m scared.
Scared to step past where we joke,
where friendship ends
and questions begin.
But more scared to stay silent,
to keep hiding this wildfire
burning beneath my skin.
You’ve got me
breaking every rule I swore by,
lighting fires with matches
I promised not to touch,
making it **** near impossible
for a lesbian to stay holy. 😩🙏🏾
So next Sunday,
light that candle.
Whisper that prayer.
And if your heart skips a beat,
know mine’s racing,
waiting for you
to catch this flame,
or douse it
forever.
Micko
©️16 July 2025.
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 3:50 AM UTC
Next Sunday,
whisper my name in your prayers,
I’ve started catching feelings,
before it’s too late for deliverance.
but don’t pray too hard.
How did we even get here,
this wild, reckless crush?
Your vibe,
pulled me in like gravity.
Isn’t it obvious?
How I hold my breath
when your eyes meet mine,
or when our hands brush
and I pretend not to feel it?
I’m scared.
Scared to step past where we joke,
where friendship ends
and questions begin.
But more scared to stay silent,
to keep hiding this wildfire
burning beneath my skin.
You’ve got me
breaking every rule I swore by,
lighting fires with matches
I promised not to touch,
making it **** near impossible
for a lesbian to stay holy. 😩🙏🏾
So next Sunday,
light that candle.
Whisper that prayer.
And if your heart skips a beat,
know mine’s racing,
waiting for you
to catch this flame,
or douse it
forever.
Micko
©️16 July 2025.
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