you knew me biblically
but never like a religion
while i was your most devout disciple
breathing you in was gospel
and the light in your eyes washed me of all my ails
every word out of your mouth became ritual
palms pressed together
for not a day less than seven years
innocent love borne from 2am phone calls
and asking each other if God was real
turned into envy, rage, grief
sacrilege for the sake of trying to survive
each other and everything else
the altar i leave standing for you
left me a temple, desecrated
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M.B. Arthur
Immersive loves & lifetimes - I write to heal what hurts.
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Wow, I could chew on this one for quite a while. What an intense poem!
Interesting and delicious content, keep posting more now