The devil's desire is to lure you from God
with his terrible tricks and his lies,
just like circumstance pulls me away
from the Heaven I see in your eyes.
Deceit filled my head; "He's a rebel,"
they said. "He's a monster, and worse yet,
a devil."
Yes, you don't fit the norm,
but I feel safe and warm
when your arms hold me tight.
The arms they warned would steal me at night.
And steal me they did on an evening so wild.
They cried out to you, "She's only a child."
They failed to see the truth of the matter,
continuing on with their idle chatter.
For in truth what you'd takes was rightfully yours.
I wasn't a captive locked behind iron doors.
I'd given myself to you with no hesitation,
just as you had offered yourself up with no reservation.
And you are no demon.
No, you are an angel.
In your eyes I've seen
the land of the faithful.
All their attempts at my evangelization
have only resulted in their own demonization.
I flee from them into the night,
where your arms hold me close and tight.
Their words are like chaff; the wind blows them away.
I no longer listen to the things that they say.
I will walk into the Promised Land,
but in my own way, we two hand in hand.

Philosophy will tell you that belief doesn’t equal truth.

That’s why belief in a religion doesn’t make its precepts true.

Knowing that, I guess I should have known better,

But I held to the time we agreed that my belief and faith made my religion real.

“Her god is real because she believes.”

“My god loves me because I love him.”

We smiled, and for a split second we both saw God,

But you saw YHWH, and I saw you.

Maybe I should have told you that.

Maybe I should have told me that.

Instead, I spoke to you in reverence, like a prayer,

And took your words as gospel.

Every time I touched you was a burnt offering in your name.

My belief and love was pure and true, but it didn’t change anything.

It didn’t make your love real.

I know that now; I’ve seen the proof.

I think I knew it all along.

So, I’ll return to my religion,

The god you saw will comfort me and love me.

He’ll never leave my side, so long as I believe it’s true.

I’ve not found anyone to disprove him yet.

Still, words on a page don’t compare to warm arms

Anymore than cheerful texts replace a smile.

I’ll make do.

Sometimes, though, a glimmer of hope slips through.

Sometimes, I wish my god was you.