knocked off balance
a fragile inspiration

lost to woes and trouble
easily distracted

Would you date or marry someone  
Who claims to love you yet won’t commit?  
Who promises to be there, then comes and goes  
As it pleases them?  
No, you wouldn’t.  

So why treat God this way?  
He offers love and forgiveness,  
Always present, steadfast and true.  
Yet you turn your back every time you sin,  
Ignoring His grace.  

You worship in church, then go home,  
Listening to music that curses,  
Promoting what is evil.  
You say you don’t hate God,  
But do you love Him enough to follow His ways?  
Is it too hard?  

You seek fun in the devil’s world,  
Then claim you’ll go to heaven,  
Just because you believe.  
That’s not how it works.  
If you willingly live in sin,  
Do you truly believe?  

Don’t be a lukewarm Christian;  
That’s the most dangerous kind.  
You grasp only half of what God desires,  
Dancing with the devil  
While feasting at God’s table.  
That’s wrong.

He’s seen them
Once
Twice
Or maybe more

He saw how it requires one to love each the two of them
He saw how it breaks him when he saw them get together
He saw himself in the mirror
And how he wishes that they could love him too

Then comes one day
A drench summer afternoon
Under the seeping umbrella
They finally saw him

They finally talked
Not what he hoped they talked about
But they talked about the possibilities
They talked about the needs
They talked about how convenient it’d be
for them

And yes
Obviously
It’s true
He accepts them
They accept him
Right, that easily

But at what cost?

That’s right
At the cost of his feelings

And how the warmth of their body clings to him each night
How the coldness hits the side of the bed once they leave
How the happiness comes every time they go on dates
How the loneliness never leaves even when they’re next to each other
How is it possible, though?

That’s probably the question he asks everyday
How could they do this to him?
Is he not enough?
Is he that replaceable?
…
Then comes one night
They sat under the moonlight
And this time,
He finally says the truth

The truth that he’s hurting
The truth that he’s burning
The truth that he’s suffering
The truth that he never wants to be just a spare
The truth that he wants them
He wants them to be his
He wants himself to be theirs
And as complicated as it’d be
They can’t.
They simply can’t

Every time I speak to you,  
A spark ignites, a new hue.  
The growth you've helped me find,  
Has turned my life around, redefined.  

You've shaped me into someone,  
A version younger me would have loved.
Now, when I look in the mirror,  
I see a light, a brighter endeavor.  

Inspired by my own tale,  
My story, now, I cannot fail.  
You see the best in me, always,  
And slowly, I'm becoming that, I see.  

Oh, did you think I spoke of love,  
Of someone here, of a man?  
No, silly, I hold to chastity,  
And speak of God, His love, divinity.  

Through His embrace, I've been transformed,  
His love, a fire, has reformed.  
In Him, I find my strength, my guide,  
And in His light, my spirit's fed, my pride.

And I glaze the mirror
Asking myself
How could've he liked a girl like me?
Chubby cheeks, sunburned nose
Crooked eyebrows and ears,
that don't hear most
Hanging eyebags, sad doe eyes
and some teeth, which I despise
All in all, but it's no suprise
Loving one like me
Is as hard as it can be