I sat meticulously at the feet of God.
Spewing gospels and psalms between each one choking on blood and bible verses screaming IS THIS ALL YOU'VE GOT.
He just shook his head in disgust and said not a word. Disappointment seeped from his fingertips as he touched me in the name of the father, the sun and the holy spirt. As it was in the beginning is now and never will be. Your world my dear, one day will end.
For you are the patron saint of broken hearts and sad love poems. I have bestowed my greatest glory upon you and you chose to weep. For my power shall never be yours. Not now and not ever. My darling you see, you're never meant to be.
Stop trying to see what you wish you could be.

-c.p