should’ve worshipped her sooner…
if the heavens ever did speak,
she’s the last true mouthpiece.
Every Sundays gettin’ more bleak,
a fresh poison each week.
We were born sick, you heard ‘em say it.
My church offers no absolutes,
she tells me “worship in the bedroom,”
- The scariest part of this is leaving
- I wish you knew how much I feel, and what it feels like to be in my position - but you dont and you never will. I just want you to understand; it hurts me too.
- I’m sorry. I will always be there for you when you need me.