i cannot save everyone,
but at the end of all days
you cannot turn to me and say “You never told me”
when i had spent all this time screaming the truth.
Your ignorance denies you salvation.
I pray for you so that i’ll see you in the end and we can walk together into eternity.
But if you deny it i will walk alone and never look back.
i was not made for this world, spiritually and physically I stand out of place.
in a song i heard the lyrics
“he only loves me when I rot with him”
and those words tested their way through my being until they rested in the wound I cannot touch, cannot heal, and cannot see.
Rotting
love
two words i’ve often always associated with eachother despite a part of me believing in the purity of love.
A purity i reach for but cannot touch, perhaps one i never can.
“he” only loves me when i rot with “him”
when my eyes lose light as the mention of his name and i have to remind myself that i’m no longer rotting.
But it’s hard to believe that when a part of you is still stained in his sheets, when the taste is still in your mouth, when you see him when you close your eyes.
rotting
when my bones pierced my skin, my body rejecting what he gives me, shaking, when he gets near.
He only loves me when I rot when i’m sick
when he can manipulate and lie
with him.