As bad as it hurts I'm glad I didn't get what I thought I deserved. I loved you like I've never heard goodbye. You loved me like you were ready for it. Well all place the blame and forget to take responsibility. You were scared of the unpleasantries. I was scared of lonely. I trusted you to fill the pool as I was diving in. I'll just pick up the pieces and pray they don't cut me. And one day when your regrets collect, and you realize that while searching for heaven you passed it up, you'll just take the "heat". My wounds WILL heal, but you will always be heartless. And we all know where people like you end up....
It’s forgettable- the number of times I was called a “fucking faggot” as a kid. As a former child of god, I wasn’t expected to know what those words meant. I was taught that repentance was vital to achieving everlasting life. My momma made me go to church every Sunday. I said my prayers as I was told. But I eventually learned that Catholicism was never my sanctuary. Christianity was never my safe-haven. God never stopped the cheap shots. He never once prevented the harassment or pure embarrassment that I felt from the words of my “kin in Christ.” Now, picture me- a helpless faggot, blinded by the incandescent lights of an old catholic church. I was home from college spending Spring Break in my former hellscape. So, naturally, my momma yet again made me go to church. This time, on a Wednesday. It was Ash Wednesday. When I was among the folks from home, I felt out of place. So much that I’d imagine camouflaging myself. Like saber-tooth in hiding. But the difference? I had a far mo...
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