I can convince myself
Of a lot of things.
I can hyper analyse
Until I see the sense.
It may be unpleasant
But it is better
Than no answer,
Or holding falsity.
But there are two things
I cannot puzzle out.
My Savior’s love,
and his.
When will it stop?
I hold my intuition.
Am I simply
Romanticising it—
This space between.
Did I make him up?
Did he make me up?
Are we both holding
Onto the versions
We imagined?
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 2:05 AM UTC
I can convince myself
Of a lot of things.
I can hyper analyse
Until I see the sense.
It may be unpleasant
But it is better
Than no answer,
Or holding falsity.
But there are two things
I cannot puzzle out.
My Savior’s love,
and his.
When will it stop?
I hold my intuition.
Am I simply
Romanticising it—
This space between.
Did I make him up?
Did he make me up?
Are we both holding
Onto the versions
We imagined?