God,
I still pray for him even after he broke my heart.
I'm starting to think that I should pray for myself because you only know that I'm the one who is in need of healing.
I fell to my knees as the bullet hit me and I formed my hands together and I'm asking you to save him,  keep him safe, make sure he never feels weak.
That's love...
The love didn't go away the moment my heart ripped in half.  
It took awhile for it to patch and so soon for him to laugh and think of me as a joke.
I can't fall asleep without talking to you about him because somehow I feel like I'm talking to him.
Lord please let this man see the light, I know he must be tired of the dark.
You have been giving me signs that I've been too blind to see.
It's like he was a suspect and I couldn't choose him out of that line because he's my life line.
But he killed my spirit and maybe he should do the time.
So I push him away, no matter how bad I want my body to be intertwined with his.
God, I wanted to save him and be the one to catch him when he falls.
But I've fallen a thousand times and I'm tired of people asking how those bruises formed.
But they'll never go away because God, the only one who broke me can fix me and I've lost him a long time ago.
Is it wrong for me God, to wait for him to tell me that he's coming home because I've been lost ever since he left.
I just need to be in his arms, I need to be kept.  
Amen.

- Analysa Marie