"Don't love him!" they screamed.
But they choked on their words,
on their own vile hipocracy rising up from their chests.
There was no love there.
And I was disgusted with those complaints,
and the bitter words of my father resounded in my heart.
No, I would never love the way you "loved".
A love like my brother's was the love I strived after.
A love so pure, innocent, and profound.
True.
And it was through this realization that I recognized my fault.
Not through orders from those insincere in their own actions.
I search for that beautiful, God-given love,
but the faith I had clung to so tightly is slipping away,
through my now feeble grasp.
Still I will never love the way he did;
nor engage in such a love.
