God, you heard me—didn’t you?
So why does it feel denied?
The only prayer I begged you for
came back stamped expired.
I’m stuck in this desert of almosts,
where love was never mine to keep—
God, I love him…
but love like this cuts too deep.
I’m not ready to leave this town,
not ready to bury what felt so real—
everything’s collapsing inward now…
and I don’t know how to feel.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 12:34 AM UTC
God, you heard me—didn’t you?
So why does it feel denied?
The only prayer I begged you for
came back stamped expired.
I’m stuck in this desert of almosts,
where love was never mine to keep—
God, I love him…
but love like this cuts too deep.
I’m not ready to leave this town,
not ready to bury what felt so real—
everything’s collapsing inward now…
and I don’t know how to feel.
God heard me. The answer just broke me.
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